Thirteen looked at the ground using a telescope while sitting on the back of a Giant Hawk.

Netero, who was seated beside him, was the one controlling the hawk from the sky.

"Let's land over there, Lord Netero," Thirteen pointed to the ground under them.

"Okay," Netero replied and urged the Giant Hawk to descend to the ground.

When they landed, Thirteen walked a few meters away before taking out a steel pole that was a meter long from his Dimensional Storage and made it fall on the ground.

This steel pole had hundreds of Runic Symbols embedded in it, and was already charged with enough power to unleash its might, once Thirteen activated it using his Rune Magic.

A moment later, Rocky emerged and picked the steel pole with its mouth before planting it firmly in the location that Thirteen had pointed.

The Rocky Bal-Boa even used its tail to hammer it into the ground, making sure that it was planted properly.

"A little deeper, Rocky," Thirteen said. "We must not let anyone discover it."

Netero watched with amusement as the seven-year-old asked the Rocky Bal-Boa to bury the steel pole until it was a meter deep before covering it with dirt.

"Good." Thirteen nodded in satisfaction. "Let's go to the next location, Lord Netero."

The old man nodded, and once again asked his Giant Hawk to fly towards the sky.

The armies of the Tigerkins, and the Barbarians, were about to march out to the battlefield, so they needed to complete their preparations before the war officially started.

Thirteen planned to deposit twenty-four steel poles in the Warsor Plains in order to cover a wide area that spanned for at least five miles in every direction.

He even made sure that it would be enough to reach the beach where he believed Arundel's army would land when they arrived at the Valbarra Archipelago.

But, in order to maximize the power of the formation that he was creating, he would need the Majin Prince to arrive at its center, allowing him to trap the Majin Prince completely.

If he activated the formation when Arundel was only on the edges of it, there was a high chance that the binding would not be strong enough to hold him completely, allowing him to escape.

Although it was dangerous, Thirteen planned to lure the Majin Prince to the very center of the formation, where they would have a higher chance of getting the End Bringer to hit him.

Half a day later, Thirteen, Netero, and Rocky, returned to their secret base to rest.

"What is our next move, Zion?" Netero asked as they walked deeper inside the cave.

"We wait for the battle to start," Thirteen replied. "We've already done everything in our power. Whether we succeed or not now depends on the actions of the Majin Prince."

Thirteen wanted nothing more than to sleep for two straight days after everything that he had done.

He hadn't gotten much sleep over the past week because they were running out of time.

The boy knew that if he planted the steel poles a few days later, there was a high chance that he would be discovered by the scouts of the Barbarian and Tigerkin armies.

Because of this, he worked day and night to make sure that the formation he created was perfect.

After telling Netero that he would take a nap, Thirteen headed straight to his room.

However, he bumped into Anwir on his way, making the latter smile.

"Are you too deprived of sleep to see where you are going, Zion?" Anwir asked as he looked at the seven-year-old, who had dark circles in his eyes.

"Mmm," Thirteen eyed Anwir from head to foot, and felt the changes in his presence. "How is it? Do you think you can consolidate what you've learned before the war starts?"

"It will be a bit tight, but I will manage," Anwir replied with confidence. "I am truly thankful for what you've done for me, Zion. I don't know how I'll be able to repay you."

"You can repay me by not dying, and by making sure that I also won't die," Thirteen answered before yawning. "I'm going to sleep. Make sure to return to the Sumatran Kingdom before the Barbarian Armies arrive."

Anwir nodded. "I was just about to do that. I just waited for you to return so I can say a proper goodbye."

"Mmm." Thirteen hummed before raising his closed fist towards his Sworn Brother, making Anwir smirk.

The two fist bumped each other before the seven-year-old entered his room to sleep.

Percival, who was leaning on the wall not far from them, opened his eyes and looked at his stepbrother, who was about to leave their base.

"Don't die, okay," Percival said. "If there is anyone who has the right to kill you, that person is me."

"Worry about yourself," Anwir replied as he walked past his step brother. "Because if you die, Father, Mother, and Cleo will be very sad. The least you can do is make sure you survive this war for their sake."

Anwir didn't even bother to look at Percival as he headed to the exit of the cave.

His Sworn Brother had already told him what must be done, and he would see to it that he would do them without fail.

Meanwhile, somewhere far out in the sea…

Vassago and Poca had been tasked to monitor the sea to look for signs of Arundel's army.

Since the sea was vast, the two Pocopocos' split up, so that they would be able to cover a wider range.

Due to the power of the Wind Spirits, and both being Rank 3 Monsters, they were able to travel far distances without getting tired.

Poca, who was tasked to fly Northwest, saw dark clouds on the horizon.

After flying in that direction, she immediately sensed the overbearing aura from a being that stood at the apex of the world.

The Pocopoco immediately turned back, and flew in the direction where Vassago was scouting.

Once the two of them reunited, Poca didn't waste time and told him about her findings.

"Let's go back," Vassago said firmly. "We need to tell Zion that Arundel is almost here."

The two didn't waste another second and flew towards the Valbarra Archipelago.

The moment of truth was almost at hand, and with it, the armies of the Tigerkins, Barbarians, and the Orcs started to move towards the Warsor Plains, where they would all take part in a battle that would dye the ground red with their blood.