Not long ago, an elite mercenary group that looked powerful and seemed undefeatable had been turned into ashes just like that. They were eliminated in a new, unprecedented method of battle, their lives taken as easily as harvesting wheat.
A group of fully-equipped soldiers walked out from the forest and started to clean up the battlefield and count the corpses.
Refugees were poor commoners who lived at the lowest rung in society. Even in the best cases, they were merely free citizens living difficult days. These people who had never been educated nor knowledgeable couldn't see the difference between the equipment of these soldiers and the other noble clans' armies. To them, they all looked like expensive steel armor, and they were also wielding blades (although they didn't use the blades at all). They looked similarly vicious and terrifying.
