On the other side of the destroyed mountain range stood a formidable force poised for battle. Seven thousand soldiers clad in gleaming golden armor formed an unbreakable wall, their shields locked and weapons ready.
Leading them was a giant over ten meters tall—Grand Marshal Anglius—his imposing figure radiating authority and strength.
Beside them, thirty thousand fierce warriors from the Turkin Kingdom stood with resolute expressions. Runes etched around their hearts, pulsing with energy that continually enhanced their bodies and replenished their stamina. They formed the flanks, ready to prevent the enemy from spreading or regrouping.
