"I suggest you send any unused troops to help out Ander, subtly. I think I'll have Anthos assist Ander as well, she isn't really of much use otherwise."
Algon gestured for the cart to move along.
"There's not much else to do for now. I have a feeling we'll see more of these FairyTail people soon. We could kill them all now... but we have to think long term, they will have their uses."
Algon's mind was going trough the possible scenarios, weighed the pros and cons. He decided that "Yes, there will be grave consequences, terrible losses. But in the end, letting them fight another day will be profitable, and a hell lot more interesting."
Algon strolled off back to the gate, he was confident in his plans and didn't need to be present any longer. And he never was present any longer than he needed be.

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The body of what they still called Anthos marched over to the site where Ander, Drake and Cecilia were still going at it.
Her eyes were gone and she could see nothing, not that it mattered. She was dead. So she was deaf, mute and senseless anyways. She felt nothing, she had no opinion in the matter. She didn't know what she was, or if she even was. All she knew was that she now had a new target. She knew where the target was, she knew what she was going to do. She was a puppet with Algon's mind for strings. And she was going straight for Cecilia first.