Atop the Occidental Region, within the Heavens above it. A Silver-haired Girl found herself gazing upon the horizon. Her Silver Hair ruffled through the breeze of winds passing through her. Along with her rustling hair, Her Golden Amber Eyes shone with dominion and authority. She was about to fight against an army that seemed to fill the Horizon.
"The Great Army of the Plains, I expected their numbers to be vast but not this vast," Persia uttered with a calm voice. The last numbers of the Great Army were over ten million. But now, it was about over a hundred million. It was something Persia didn't expect. It seems that she had underestimated the population of a Continental Region.
