The Fire Raven soared high in the sky, its sharp eyes were fluttering, searching for the best route for Kieran to meet the Duke of Zilin whilst avoiding direct contact with the Prairie King.
Kieran knew that after [Battle Of The Sons] popped up, all the conflict had shifted from Lightning Fortress and Riverdale to the battle between the son of Wolf and son of Dragon.
Should the son of Wolf emerge victorious, everything would fall too far from redeemable, for the people of Warren or for Kieran as well—it would be a catastrophe.
So, Kieran ought to spend all his effort to assure the son of Dragon will emerge the final victor.
However, when he saw the campsite of Zilin's troops through Fire Raven's eyes, his heart couldn't help but feel strange.
The campsite within sight wasn't big by any means, at most housing 30 to 50 soldiers and certainly unrelatable to "reinforcements".
Any number of common soldiers would be useless against that Prairie King though.
So much for a fight... This dumb Zilin prepared a coffin for himself.