At the time, Amastan had his mind full with the urge to charge into the Nine Mainland camp and rescue his sister, but when he saw the others obeyed Alaric's order and the fact that he was in no shape to do such a thing, he could only swallow his pride.

A few minutes later, Alaric sat gloomily in his tent. Dozens of Raksasa generals stood in line on both sides of the tent, with Amastan at the very front of the line. Not one dared to breathe a word in the nerve-wracking atmosphere. Debra and Shentel, who sat quietly behind Alaric, remained silent as well. In the wake of the sudden raid launched against their camp, their enemy had captured his sister. Alaric had gathered everyone for a strategy to resolve the issue at hand.

"Brother!" Finally, Amastan could not take the silence any longer and stepped forward. "What is there to discuss? We'll rest for a bit and then immediately set out to attack the Nine Mainland camp and rescue our sister."

The majority of the generals seemed to agre