The journey towards the southern coast passed almost too quickly.
Nikolai sat in the rear of the black armoured vehicle, watching the occasional streetlight flash past his window. Beside him, several armed guards sat in silence while the driver followed the convoy moving towards the harbour.
'It's finally happening...'
He'd spent so much time worrying about Nosferatu that the thought of actually invading the place felt rather strange. There was no longer anything to organise, nor an emergency meeting that needed his attention.
Everything had been prepared.
The troops.
The transports.
Even the city's defence.
And yet...
'Haa... I feel like I've forgotten something.'
Nikolai scratched his head before glancing towards the front.
"How much longer?"
"Five minutes, Patriarch."
"Alright."
His eyes returned to the window.
