1000 people.
Soldiers, merchants, farmers, citizens.
Different vocations, different lives.
All: united with one cause.
To rise and help their King, who had done so much for them.
One month ago, they had been contacted covertly by Eloise to move gradually into the Black Raven Kingdom under the guise of setting up the uniform trade route which would unite the two Kingdoms in trade.
Permission had been obtained from Faxul, who hadn't suspected anything because this was a plan that had been in place for a long time.
In turn, the Black Raven Empire Spirit had also not been alerted to anything.
Even now, this contingent had just 'happened' to be passing through this forest while being disguised by a Warrior-level trinket, just in case.
So, when they suddenly rushed in, both Drakos and the Black Raven Empire Spirit could only watch with dazed expressions, which would have been visible if they had faces.
"FOR KING DANEEL!"
"DEATH TO THE ENEMIES! DEAAATHHHHH!"
"FOR LANTHANOR!"
