Pre-Preparations

"Not to sound like a broken record, I'll only say this once… Time… is something we do not have." 

Several people's bodies trembled when hearing the Grandmaster speak so many words. 

Oh my God, is the Grandmaster angered? Who has provoked him? 

Will the world suddenly go up in flames now that he said so many words? 

Terrible! 

Everyone, no matter how strong they were, now started shaking in their boots. 

Their ears were perked to the skies and they swore to complete any tasks given to the best of their capabilities. 

Thus began the great divide, where all factions were assigned their duties of what they will be doing not just now, but during the war. 

"How's Protocol C going?"

"Grandmaster, we've been able to evacuate 20~25% of residents in all areas we were originally assigned to." Someone replied.