Arya's expression darkened slightly as she said, "Nyx fell in love with Andrew, that devil. Lysander, Makhaylus, when the time comes, and I strike down Andrew, I'll need you to help me restrain Nyx. No matter what, I'll save her and bring her back to Lomuia. I'll not allow her to continue down this path."

The two angels nodded in unison.

"Understood. We will assist you."

Suddenly, Arya's expression changed. She turned sharply and looked toward the north.

Lysander knew that Arya's spiritual perception was unmatched in the world. So, she must have sensed something significant.

He immediately asked, "Arya, what's wrong?"

Arya frowned, seeming uncertain. "It feels like a large force is rapidly approaching us… No, it's heading toward the Dark Clans' army! The distance is too great, and I can't be sure. Makhaylus, alert the Archbishop and prepare for battle! Lysander, come with me to investigate!"

Lysander replied, "Sure!"

…

On the horizon, 5000 Highland warriors charged forward at