One transmigrant, one unit. The Emperor—three… or no, four units. A dragon—one unit. A necromancer—one very good unit. Handsome men… yes, there are plenty of them here. And right in the center of everything is modest me. The main thing is to find a way to get home with the smallest losses. Although… I’ll definitely miss one basilisk.
But where, I wonder, does ours ever disappear? Nowhere! Conclusion: ours are everywhere— we’ll make it through!