"George, do you think they will surrender?"
George turned to Bernard, holding a victorious smile on his face, and his gaze shifted to Sarden. His eyes narrowed. "I hope so."
Bernard smiled and looked at Sarden, whom George was observing. "What if they don't surrender?"
"Then we'll have no choice but to destroy them." George said firmly. Bernard sighed. "I hope it doesn't come to that."
"I hope so."
As time rapidly passed, the moment neared. The Wizards communicating from the Zeppelin quickly notified George. "Commander, there is still no response. What should we do?"
"Prepare the weapons." George ordered sharply. "Once you get the signal, level the city."
"Understood, we'll be on standby."
As communication with the Wizard was completely cut off, George, Simon, Emily, and Bernard gradually began preparing the army. Step by step, as time quickly approached, the awaited signal came.