The space that the Verna men had been hesitant to fill earlier, with the worry of seeing their centre too bowed, was finally filled. With commands from Amion, the centre was reinforced, as the flanks began their advance forward daringly, leaving Patrick men right in the heart of their formation as they streamed past them.
To the Verna men, it was a source of hope, but to Oliver, it looked like desperation. Many different eyes saw many different things, depending on what conclusions they wished to come to pass. Only a handful were able to see it rationally.
On the summit of the mountain, General Phalem looked down on the chaos.
"…This is a mistake, Amion," Phalem said, frowning. "There is no way this will come to pass. You're making the same mistake as Chang. You're using movement to make up for a loss, hoping that it will spawn better possibilities. Sometimes, you simply ought to take that loss."
