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Despite Chantal's proclamation, Tycondrius knew that Natalya would have something to respond with, even if it was only bluster. 

"42 Divine Armors," The Archbishop growled. "As many as the Basilica can muster... each of them easily worth another 1,000 trained soldiers."

That was a brazen claim. Was Natalya trying to field the Basilica in its entirety? 

"17 thousand, 5 hundred," Boomed the deep and accented voice of the armored man. "And of that number, nearly 6 thousand soldiers who fear nothing-- who march without food or water... whose sole purpose is the utter annihilation of our enemies."

Tycon raised his eyebrows in surprise. According to the military documents he'd studied, those numbers were higher than the Sleeping Country had fielded in any previous war-- both for the living and the undead. 

The armored man placed his gauntleted hands on his helmet... and slowly removed it.