"Your Highness, it's time..." his aide said, glancing at the magic clock inside the tent before approaching Prince Odoruo's bed.
Hearing this, Prince Odoruo climbed out of bed.
Given Prince Odoruo's exceptionally poor Extraordinary talent and his frail constitution, he could actually feel the chill of the early morning.
This was to be expected, however. Moonlight still bathed the world outside, and these were the final cold nights before the dawn of spring.
Perhaps it was due to anxiety, but Prince Odoruo hadn't slept all night.
"What about Elder Linton? Has he risen?" Prince Odoruo asked, stepping off his bed as two Soldiers helped him don his princely battle armor.
The armor, which emanated a faint fluorescent glow, had been acquired through trade with the Dwarf Kingdom in the Demon Beast Mountain Range.
"Elder Linton has already left to assemble the army, Your Highness. We must depart," his aide urged.
