And thus, while the Martial Sages deployed to the South made their first true world ally despite their terrible ability to lie, the other parts of the continent weren't quite nearly as lucky.
Amare stood in wait on a coast in the North-East of the Panama Continent, leading sixty Martial Sages and many more Martial Masters, supplied by the Sekigahara Mandate.
The air boiled with tension.
The Martial Sages stood as trepidation bore heavy on their hearts.
Their expressions were hardened with severity as they adopted their stances, ready to launch into action at any moment
Her eyes sharpened with intensity.
"Here they come."
RUMBLE!!!
The world shook as countless ships of unfathomable magnitude emerged from the direction of the continent of Samarkha.
Boats that stood many kilometers long, wide, and tall, dwarfing even the exquisite ships of the dwarves.
"No…" Sage Shinken murmured with a horrified expression. "Those aren't ships… they're just boats."
Extremely giant boats.
