A morning breeze dry and coarse flew past in a single gust, rustling the short shrubs and flora. Across the chasm, in the west, a cacophony of marches rebounded till it reached back; they were here, and they were doing exactly as expected.
Carriages and steeds, bringing along countless troops and equipment; travelling side by side with tanks. The forces of Cravolta had moved lower south, leaving ample distance from which Trailon would arrive.
Just as she predicted, her eyes sided to the narrow bridge which Trailon avoided. However, the blonde's gaze was forced to be fixated elsewhere.
While much of the Cravoltan forces had clumped in further south, she stood further north, alongside Fumeko, the Fragmenting Lightning, the Ashen Whisper and Asobi who stood a little further back.
