The empty stretch of Sandy Dunes between the military Camp and the Sea of Sands had become filled with humans.
Cain had known that the full force of Valestorm couldn't be underestimated. But this...
Hunter had a frown on his face,
"That has to be at least three thousand people."
Cain nodded, "About a thousand of them are Pilgrims as well."
The masked faces in the crowd of people stood out.
This was the main fighting force of Valestorm.
In their side however, General Arltzwalt stood, like a giant, immovable mountain, his presence bringing so much pressure the sand around him was undisturbed by the rampant wind.
Boulder and the rest of his council stood by his side, staring at the approaching Valestorm army.
They also had an army behind them, but they seemed almost pitiful compared to Valestorm's.
Once the army of Valestorm had come in close enough, a smaller group broke off from the main convoy.
