Esmir provided them with the exact location of the enemy and the cave that contained the stolen parts. He explained all the possible routes to reach the other village. After hours of receiving this information, Jones gathered enough details and began formulating his attack plan. It was as follows:

"We’ll arm ourselves with the weapons available in this village and any firearms we can find—we won’t hold anything back. Then, we’ll head to the enemy’s village and strike them while they’re off guard from all directions. We won’t show any mercy, and we’ll make them pay for what they did to our repair team. While they’re busy fighting us, another squad, which will have been prepared in advance and stayed out of the battle, will move towards the cave to retrieve the parts."

Jones then asked, "Any objections?"

No one present showed any form of disagreement.

Jones continued, "Alright, if we all agree on the plan, I will now divide the warriors into five groups. The groups are as follows: one will attack from the east, another from the west, one from the south, and the last from the north. Simply put, we will attack from all directions. As for the fifth group, Mike will lead them. They’ll carve their way through the enemy ranks and enter the cave to retrieve the parts, then exit the cave."

He paused for a moment before adding, "But there’s only one flaw in this plan: if we want to end this battle, we must defeat them to succeed. And we don’t know how long that will take because we don’t know their numbers, their weapons, or even if we can defeat them at all."

Mike spoke up, "I have an idea!"

Jones asked, "What is it?"

Mike replied, "It might sound childish, but it will work."

Jonathan interjected, "How?"

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Mike explained, "The people of this island believe in magic, right? They thought that dome was magic created by a monster, isn’t that true?"

Jones nodded, "Yes, they believe in magic—strongly."

Mike continued, "Maybe if they saw someone else using magic, they’d be scared and the enemies might surrender or flee."

Jones, looking incredulous, said, "Have you lost your mind?! Where would we find someone who can use magic? Magic is just a myth."

Mike, turning to Jonathan, said, "I think the soldiers who were on your ship have grenades, don’t they?"

Jonathan responded, "Yes, but how will that help us?"

Mike smiled, "My plan is simple. First, I want those soldiers in my team. Second, after we complete the mission assigned to me, I’ll give you a signal. After that, you all need to flee the battlefield as if you’re terrified of me. Then, I’ll start speaking as if I’m casting a spell to summon the wrath of the skies. That’s when the soldiers will throw the grenades into the air. Of course, the islanders have never seen grenades before, and they’ll actually believe I summoned the wrath of the skies. That should terrify them and force them to surrender. What do you think?"

Jones sighed, "You really are a child. But I can’t deny it’s an effective plan. After all, the people of this island believe in magic, and strongly at that."

Jones continued, "Now let’s review our plan. It seems to have three stages:

First: Arming ourselves, surrounding the enemy, and weakening them.

Second: Clearing a path to the cave and retrieving the parts after weakening the enemy.

Third: Scaring the enemy and forcing them to surrender with our fake magic."

Jonathan laughed, "Sounds like a perfect plan."

Jones shot back, "Cut the nonsense and get your team ready. We’re attacking at dawn."

Indeed, everyone began preparing for the first stage. They wore their armor, carried their weapons, and moved under the cover of night towards the destined battlefield where everything would be decided—whether they’d leave the island or remain trapped.

Finally, they reached a spot near the enemy’s location. Each group took their positions, waiting for daylight, which would signal the start of the attack. Long moments of complete silence and anticipation followed. Even though only a few minutes had passed since they took their positions, the tension in the air made the minutes feel like hours. At last, the first ray of light appeared, cutting through the silence and tension, marking the spark that would ignite the battle.

End of Chapter Eleven

What will happen to our heroes? And who will emerge victorious?