When the first ray of dawn hit the ice plain, the snow abruptly stopped.
Colin, who was dozing off, felt a nudge from the person beside him.
"What's up? Is the fight starting?" Colin became alert in an instant.
"Yes!"
Earl Dawson, who was next to Colin, had a determined look on his face and was staring straight ahead.
Meanwhile, the orderly officer was rushing back and forth within the military formation, conveying the marquis's military orders:
"Everyone mount up, prepare for battle!"
Accompanied by this command, the Dark Cavalry gradually woke up.
The warriors began checking their armors, harnesses, and weapons, and then under the urging of the officers, they mounted their horses and formed their formations.
As the sky grew brighter, rows of knights clad in black armor could already be seen neatly lined up on the ice plain.
The scent of impending massacre began to permeate the formation, and faint red lines of blood began to appear in pairs of eyes.
