But soon this silence would break, and he had a plan, which prompted him to mention it.
"Don't ponder on the past, my queen, as soon enough, the four major families will march their armies of more than 50,000 soldiers towards the royal capital."
"Wh-what!?" The queen had anticipated this, but upon realizing the number, which far surpassed theirs, even she, who had confidence in her ability to deal with the strongest forces of this kingdom, began to grasp the severity of the situation—fleeing was the only option available to them.
"Fleeing will not solve anything; after all, this is my land," Akhil, given his memories as legendary, clearly knew what might become of this land after the great demonic war, as he would be bestowed this same land to rule, with everyone becoming undead and a member of a kingdom that was a necrocracy.