Jotou's plan had been set out and it was, so simple. The simplicity alone had everyone second-guessing themselves; is there some sort of secret ploy by Trailon that superseded the minds of the Cravoltan army's leaders?
The troops set up camp, some already went to sleep to get a full night's rest for the battle come sunrise. While others opted to burn the midnight oil and fuel themselves on caffeine or light drugs.
Soon, the Sun faded and faded, with cotton candy-like clouds painted in pastel tones. Dusk overtook Division Six- or rather, whatever mishmash of a division it had turned into.
Beams of light from the horizon caught the eyes of the princess walking about. Feyan had gone to heal any and all injured troops, Arabella wished to get more rest; leaving her to wander in thought.
