Soldiers from the Zentmeister Clan and the Moon Rising company strode through the streets of New Sparta, their steps anxious and hurried.
They had hurried here from the Garrison, worried that the city had been overtaken with Monsters. They'd only heard about the situation through eagle messengers. And they'd hurried as best as they could.
Unfortunately, they were impeded by Ersatz members who had ambushed them on the way back to New Sparta. It was an easy fight, but one that delayed them up until this point.
Gourdon Zentmeister strode through the burned streets, eyes scanning for any Monster. He didn't find any.
Surprised, but glad, he shouted at his soldiers. "Take the wounded. Heal them."
The Wizards from the Guild of Arcana flew in a V formation a few meters above the air. The Twin Sorcerers leading them immediately barked orders.
"Bring them to our triage," one of them said. "We'll heal those we can."
