'October 9th, year nine seven nine. The time had come-'
"Boom!" the swirling grey clouds above roared, the dawn light nowhere in sight. Light luggage and belongings were hauled onto the carriage backs.
"What dreadful weather for a farewell," Countess Keya had a hand above her eyes.
"A farewell nonetheless," Archduke Guuraj chuckled. Figures stood around the fountain outside, spewing liquid in hues of gold. "Do not worry princess, I will make sure everything runs smoothly in your stead."
The horses reared up, the carriages ready to depart. "Archduchess Abioye will visit you at Division Six's encampment before the combat begins," Count Khalim relayed.
"We wish all of you the very best and that you return victorious," Count Keya pressed his staff forward onto the ground, giving a nod with a bow.
