Among the thirty-one, only twelve were Awakened—and even among them, the highest level was just three. That included the water mage and the healer, though neither of them were really suited for frontline combat. Still, they would play important roles.
The rest of the Awakened were either level ones or twos. They had little experience and needed training.
A small and fragile force.
Elias felt a headache forming just thinking about it.
The dome shielding the territory wouldn't last forever. Once it came down, the territory would be exposed to dangers outside it.
He couldn't protect everyone alone.
Neither could Vael.
He needed more strength. More security.
That, too, would have to be part of his next plan.
However, luckily, amongst the remaining group who hadn't Awakened, there were around seven or eight individuals who had received a decent amount of training. They weren't elite, and they couldn't compare to an Awakened, but they were capable. That, at least, was something.
