"What? The portal opened close to the wall?" Hans, the short, sturdy warrior, shouted into the communication crystal.
"Yes." The voice from the other side responded—it was Elvin, and at this current moment, he sounded extremely urgent.
The others at the table inside the large meeting tent—Nathan, the Ant Queen, Gordons, Celine, Boris, and Theo—had pale expressions on their faces.
"According to him, he was initially planning to open the portal within or right at the front to overwhelm us."
Nathan snatched the communication crystal, forgetting that these were rare and expensive to come by. "How many are they?"
Elvin didn't respond immediately, and after a while, he said, "100,000 plus… and they still keep pouring out."
"Damn, that's a powerful force. Will the dragons standing by be enough to scare them?" Hans frowned, biting his lower lip and drawing blood, his foot tapping anxiously on the ground.
"Can you close the portal?"
