Time passed with care for Asura's desperate need for more, a brutal fact of life. No matter how powerful he had become, he couldn't stop time or death.
As the chill of autumn crept in from the east, the empire's formidable army loomed ever closer, a shadow of impending doom.
"There are more than thirty thousand troops, Lord Asura." Ignis stood beside him in the main halls of the Arachneas palace, a look of dismay on her face. She then began to list the various types and layouts of the enemy formations.
"Ten thousand standard warriors, five thousand elite archers, seven thousand elite warriors, three thousand cavalry. The remaining are reserve warriors and engineers they seem to have brought with them two different types of machinery this time and seven catapults."
'It looks like they are going to crush us with pure force, though different machinery? Will they use the same barrier from the previous battle... I must be prepared.'
