After a long time since the sun dipped below the horizon, the Avalonian Army finally came face to face with their adversaries. The distance between them was a mere few kilometers, but the destinies of both armies hung in the balance.
Adam, positioned at the forefront of his forces alongside Dean, Dadan, and the other commanders, found his gaze fixated on a particular figure who exuded an aura of formidable strength. Standing resolute before his own men, the individual commanded Adam's attention. Turning to Dean, he sought confirmation. "Is that him?" Adam inquired, his voice tinged with a mix of anticipation and trepidation.
