The next day.
The fleet, already assembled, waited at the passage entrance. Sidney put on his beautiful armor. Armor was almost useless in combat between High-Rank Supernaturals, but he still put it on carefully.
"Elliot, Michel and I will charge out first, followed by the Court Guards. You and your Royal Guards will be in the middle, and the Reforging Flame will bring up the rear."
Sidney gave his instructions carefully.
They had only just performed a sacrifice yesterday, and the Royal Family had mustered a full twenty High-Rank Supernaturals. They would lead the charge.
The Sterling Family had suffered severe losses in fighting strength, so Sidney assigned them to the rear. Although bringing up the rear was nominally an important position, there were actually no enemies back there at all.
His own strength was still too weak; he could only rely on others to protect him.
"Once you charge out, wait where you are for further orders!"
Elliot nodded. "Understood."
Sidney took a deep breath and drew his longsword. The azure blade seemed covered in flames, shedding tiny glimmers of light.
"Soldiers, stay close to me! I'm taking you home!"
There was no need for much encouragement. The Imperial Capital they had longed for lay just ahead, and every pair of eyes shone.
The longsword sliced through the seawater, its flames sizzling as Sidney and Michel charged out, surrounded by the Court Guards.
The two of them were the strongest Supernaturals in the Expedition Army. Now was the time to risk their lives-who cared about rank or status?
Home was right before their eyes, and the two princes were leading the charge. The Expedition Army shouted and charged out after them.
Watching the soldiers head toward the rift, Elliot quietly counted his own heartbeats. Only after one hundred and