Late into the night, the decision makers of the Wanderers all went to the private room on the third floor of the restaurant.
The party was still active because the mbers of the younger generation had not gathered like this for a good while.
They had many things to talk about with their peers, making the party lively even though the adults were no longer with them.
"So now, we are in a waiting ga," Lawrence addressed everyone inside the room. "We will choose to retreat or advance depending on what cos out of those six gates."
He then glanced at Zion, who sat between Arthur and Tristan.
"Zion, you told before you headed to this continent that we may not be able to win the war, but we will also not lose," Lawrence stated. "Does that still hold?"
"Yes, Sir," Thirteen answered. "I have a way to make the Jinns submit. However, it will probably take a year after the war starts before they bend their knees."
"A year isn't that long." Lawrence nodded. "Also, we now have allies among the Jinns. That is very reassuring."
Lawrence had taken so ti to talk to Princess Laventia and Princess Aracelle.
Both ladies talked to him politely and even shared their opinions about the war.
The Velmoria Kingdom was a neutral faction, so the succubus princess promised not to side with the Jinns if they were going to attack with the Wanderers.
Princess Aracelle, on the other hand, vowed that House Pavareth would stand behind the Wanderers as long as Zion Leventis was part of it.
In the past, Lawrence couldn't have imagined that they could make allies with a Jinn Faction, let alone more than one.
But now, it was their reality.
"Tell , Zion. With the current forces we have, if we go to the Rigel Continent, will we be able to reclaim it?" Wendell, who was the head of the Dvalinn Federation, asked.
The only real threats that prevented them from reclaiming their forr ho were the three Rank 9 Earth Dragons and the Lord of Death, Erasmus.
Once those four threats were taken out of the picture, they could once again live in the land where they were born.
"Technically, yes," Thirteen replied. "With our current force, there is a chance to reclaim the Rigel Continent. However, we need to focus on the present. Also, I have a good relationship with the Earth Dragons. So if possible, I don't want to have any major conflicts with them."
Wendell sighed in his heart, but still decided to put this matter aside for the ti being.
Zion was right.
They should focus on their current problem first.
"I don't know why, but I wish there would be another third party like the Azothralls joining this war," Trevor Remington comnted. "As long as there's one, our alliance with the Jinns will continue to be upheld."
"Be careful what you wish for, Sir Trevor," Thirteen said. "The Jinns might be strong, but they are at least predictable. The Azothralls are different. They have the ans to evolve and adapt to their environnt.
"If we face another threat that is different from the Jinns, we might not be able to find a way to counter them in such a short period of ti. Even now, with all the resources and technology at our disposal, we still can't find where the Azothralls are hiding.
"A similar force will prove to be a dangerous adversary if we face them in battle. After all, fighting the unknown is always problematic."
"You're right." Trevor nodded. "But you also think the sa way I do, right?"
The Monarch of the Remington Clan smirked, prompting Thirteen to nod his head.
"Yes, you're right, Sir Trevor," Thirteen answered. "Having a third party will unite the Wanderers and the Jinns, which also has its advantages."
Everyone agreed that the ideal scenario was for the Wanderers and the Jinns to have a harmonious relationship, overcoming their differences and walking the sa path for a lasting peace.
A few hours later, the party finally ended.
Everyone retired to their quarters, feeling full and satisfied with the party.
Days passed.
A week passed, until finally, the mont of truth was at hand.
"Twenty hours," Thirteen stated. "Within twenty hours, those six gates will finally open. We will focus solely on the Gate that has opened on our side, while the Jinns will handle the gates on their territory."
All the leaders of the Wanderers were looking at the projection of the Cygni Continent in front of them.
The six blinking dots were being monitored in real ti, asuring the energy fluctuations that they were releasing.
And just like Thirteen had stated, at least three of the six gates had surpassed the threshold.
This ant that the chances of Majin Prince-ranked enemies erging from them were high.
Renz nodded. "The Jinns have divided their armies into two. One is led by Prince Valen of House Pavareth, and the other is led by General Varrak of the Skavari. As promised, we will give them the satellite image of the three gates that they are unable to monitor at this point in ti.
"Our forces are also moving towards the gate on our side, and we have already positioned our long-distance weapons to intercept anything that would erge from that gate."
Thirteen had also ordered Jubei to bring Nautilus to the location that he had chosen.
The Nemo Submarines of the Leventis Family and the Central Governnt were also mobilized for this grand undertaking.
Thirteen believed that they had enough firepower to obliterate any hostile forces that would appear at the gate on their ho turf, even if they were led by a Majin Prince.
A few hours later, Thirteen, the Monarchs, and the Thrones had arrived three miles away from the gate.
They were observing it from a distance, and from what they could see, the gate was at least fifty ters in height and length.
"Twenty more minutes," Thirteen muttered as he looked at the tir at the center of the gate. "Everyone, please go on standby."
The minutes ticked by slowly.
When there were only thirty seconds left on the tir, all the Wanderers waited with bated breath at the final seconds of the countdown.
When the tir finally reached zero, the gate glowed in a purple light.
A mont later, sothing erged from it, and even laughed out loud after stepping into the world of Pangea.
"Hahaha! We finally arrived!" A bat-like creature erged from the gate with a smile on its face.
The corner of Thirteen's lips twitched after seeing the Death Bat, Camazotz, step out of the gate.
A mont later, the teenage boy raised his fist and gave the order to open fire.
"Unleash the destroyer missiles, and let the artillery start their bombardnt!" Thirteen ordered. "Open fire!"
Countless missiles rose towards the sky, and the roars of artillery shells spread in the surroundings.
The laughing Death Bat choked in his laughter after seeing the countless projectiles that were headed in his direction
"Sh*t," Camazotz said.
That was the last thing that the Majin Prince, who was called Camazotz the Untad, had said before the thunderous roars of explosions painted his vision in a blaze of glory.
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