Prince Liam Haynam stood at the bow of his warship, gazing into the distance with a cold look on his face.
As he watched the Amberfall ships sail out of the harbor's mouth, he couldn't help but sneer. "Looks like they're going all out."
The Magi around him nodded, snickering. A particular Magi, Liam's attendant, voiced out his concern, "We must be prudent with our approach, your highness."
Liam's eyes narrowed. He turned to his attendant and asked in an icy voice, "What do you mean to say, Rio?"
"It's just that…" Rio thought of the right words to say. "On the surface, it may appear that they're desperate, but we can't ignore the possibility that this is all coordinated."
Everyone at the bow turned to him. Some displayed thoughtful expressions, while others simply sneered.
"Go on," Liam said in a low voice.
"Amberfall should have only had one Mana Core Magus," Rio continued.
