He went back to his clan house before dawn. Vlarion was assigned a job and Nix finished the talks with Remo to manage to seal a deal with the Draconians to buy Thermantite ores. He was perplexed about the things that were about to unfold. He was smoking his cigarette as usual lying on a bench in front of the pool on the rooftop.
"Heyy! Darling, what's in your mind? You seem to be troubled."
Rosalie asked wrapping her arms around him standing behind him.
"Yeah... It's about the war. I don't know where to start or how to reform the clan. I myself have never really faced war."
He said without a reaction on his face though She noticed he was troubled.
"fufu"
She giggled closing her smile with her hand.
"I will help you with what I can do so do not worry about those things."
She assured him.
"Thanks for the concern and you've surely helped me but, I am just worried about the Prophecy. Will it happen during the war?"