"The commander of the Allied Coalition wishes for an audience!" A cavalry arrived under the banner of Verthandi and bowed to her.
"We accept!" Verthandi wore a pure white cloak with a silver skirted armor. Countless knights and soldiers of the Holy Seville Empire gathered around her. The entire scene resembled a mythical epic.
The two sides glared at each other, as dark clouds loomed in the sky. The wind above the plains blew and screamed, causing the battle flag to wave rigorously. Then, the horn sounded, signaling the beginning of the war.
The two sides faced off around the city. The neutral zone in the center divided the forces for several kilometers. They looked at each other across the horizon, while their forces spread out across the hillsides.
Within the oppressing atmosphere, people could not help but swallow hard as they held their weapons and shields. The number of troops had now become meaningless.
