Everyone knew what she meant the moment she uttered the words.
'There are enemies around.'
Charon mentally ordered his skeletons in front of them, facing the direction Red was pointing in. The Defenders were in the front, with his lighter infantry on the sides and the archers in the back. The lieutenant was kept behind them, ready to intercept any threats that got further.
His eyes darted upwards, toward Achlys, who was surprisingly already in motion. Her hands slammed together, the mist above them curling to create a series of humanoid figures. They then dashed into the fog, hiding themselves from the group.
It wasn't what Charon was expecting.
'I thought she would've just ignored us till I asked her for help. I guess she takes combat more seriously than that.'
A faint smile appeared on his lips.
'Maybe she doesn't dislike us as much as I thought.'
Liam twirled his axe, a satisfactory look on his face.
