Morning comes.

Dawn of the final day.

I’m well-rested--spooning with Francis revitalizes me more than any [Major Heal] skill ever could--and ready to go forth into the fray of combat and destruction.

We are about to save the multiverse.

The Systemless Squad has already mobilized and gotten ready. The other armies in our base are almost ready too.

This is no time for dramatic speeches and morale-boosting theatrics. I already did that a couple days ago with my Fast Travel around Mystix. Everyone already knows the stakes. We shall focus rather on steeling ourselves and getting ready for the battle to come.

For an accounting of our battle group:

The Systemless Squad is the primary army, the main group in this counter-invading force. It consists of:

The Santa Barbaran Elite Guard; The California State Trooper Association; The Guildmasters of Hollywood and their acolytes; A large mass of volunteers from around the United States; The reincarnated elves of Mutsu, Japan; The Beaver Hopper clan, led by Lumen & Tropy; And the Persian Mob, led by Delta Rafati and her Ballon System powers.

It is a diverse mix of people from all backgrounds, all races, all experience levels.

Furthermore, we have other groups who have joined us since we came to Mystix:

The Anti-Mages, led by Rare; The North Spiran Resistance, the local group around here; The Chainer Barbarians, led by Guk; The Sleeper Slayers, a not-yet-fully-activated group led by the soon-to-betray-the-U.S. Mestopholees; And the many small pockets of militias and individual volunteers who have flocked to our side, or are headed towards Central Spire from wherever they are located.

I cannot speak to the precise size of our armies. But I do know that we are more powerful than the United States could possibly imagine.

Especially when we are led by our current most important leaders, such as:

Eryk Solbourne, A-Rank [Adventurer] and King of Santa Barbara (that’s me); Francis Bacall, Streamy Award Winner and Bac Nation Founder; Delta Rafati, leader of the Persian Mob and kind mother; Julie Rafati, A-Rank [Demigod] and C-Rank [Warrior]; Esther Rafati, precocious toddler with the powers of the Warring Core; The Goddess, the creator of the multiverse (she’s not a fighter though); Abby Faulkner, surf ronin and former King of Santa Barbara; Pablo Rosas, redeemed titan of Paso Robles; G’L’K, magical lava girl; Guk, leader of the Chainer Barbarians and dual-wielder of clubs; Wredd Shire, a powerful newcomer; Lumen & Tropy, the loud-mouthed monster hunting beavers; Keitou & Malia, the agents helping us from afar; Mestopholees, the agent who will activate the Sleeper Slayers; and Rare Solbourne, the leader of the Anti-Mages who... Still hasn’t returned from their excursion to the Mortal Rim world for some reason?

Hmm.

I have to wonder where they are.

Thankfully, my wondering almost immediately results in an answer. A loud, thundering answer that shakes the very ground my boots stand on.

Rare arrives with five kaiju in tow. They ride one of them, and the others follow like obedient house pets.

They use voice projection magic to shout down at us, “Let us march to Central Spire!”

All the armies in the area cheer out in glee.

See? No dramatic speeches needed. We already have our enthusiasm covered.

Our march, thanks to captured jeeps and helicopters and tamed Alpha Wolves, will not take as long as one might think for a journey all the way from the North Spire to Central Spire of this vast world. It will be a long journey, but at a constant pace we shall arrive by sunrise tomorrow, and that is for sure. We will definitely be fighting long before we reach the spire, though; they do not know we are coming, but they soon will.

Thus the Systemless Squad (and its many subordinates) begin the march towards Central Spire. The United States will be repelled from Mystix for the rest of time. That much I will do everything in my A-Rank powers to ensure.