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Serpico sat around at the second throne in the empty command room of the round fortress, tapping his fingers on his seat as if getting used to his new position.
"No... Something doesn't feel quite right." Serpico was well aware that his seat once belonged to Vlad himself, with the one standing across him being Barnham. The news still hadn't struck him yet. A lord of Ilos overnight? Sure, people respected him and acknowledged his fighting talents, but he couldn't help but feel misplaced. At most, he saw himself being under Vlad as his counselor while Kalki assumed the position from experience, yet here he was, observing the perimeter with a skeleton crew, just to make sure Ilos was not invaded or that his new fighters did not rebel against itself.
"So it was this easy for my brothers, huh? To become powerful just by name alone. An undeserving easy life feels like what I aspired to have, and yet here I am, complaining about being recognized by my previous master." The new lord of Ilos grimaced. Though he undoubtedly would have much work to do eventually provided they won against Falconia, he felt pretty useless in the fight when his sister had been captured by the enemy, and all he really had to worry about was a potential invasion.
Seeing how nothing of worth was really happening, Serpico slouched on his throne, briefly closing his eyes and hoping he could drift off to sleep until he was needed.
His eyes quickly opened wide after hearing a rumbling accompanied by shouts and explosions, signaling the attack on the base.
"Just my luck...First day at the job, and I already risk losing the base?"
Serpico crouched down and peaked through the window, gazing at a man with a large bow sniping at several key observatory spots at the base while a large fleet of Falconians rushed towards the front gates, attempting to break it's main entrance instead of circumventing the complex maze around the central city.
The apostles were most likely informed of the barrier around the perimeter, so their counter plan seemed to only send humans to attack at close distances, bringing torches with them so they could more easily destroy the moving trees that protected the outskirts.
Irvine knew how crucial a job it was to get something done before the date of the blood moon. As he was still able to unleash the power of his apostle form, it was essential for him to fire at will, killing any flying witches with extreme precision while clearing the way of the front lines by impeding any who got close to the cannons with an arrow to the jugular.
