Cedric zoomed out of the eye of the raven above which had been listening in on the conversation of the lords, then cursed under his breath.
Without wasting a second, he reached out and yelled into his whisper-script:
"Everyone! Last resort!"
Last resort was the word to yell when they reached a point where they would have to face the lords. The plan was to split and disperse into different groups so that a certain group led by a certain vanguard would take on a particular lord.
Upon hearing that order now, everyone stiffened in collective shock because that signaled that the other lords were joining the battle.
Cedric turned his eyes back towards the direction of the cliff in the very far distance. And barely a second later, his form vanished as the weapon of the leader of the lords tore through the whirlwind of feathers, crashing into the ground and sending up a shockwave alongside the dirt flying in every direction.
