Greyrim Territory.
Perhaps even the sky knew the situation Greyrim was in.
There were hardly any clear days, and the sky was gloomy every day.
That day was particularly cloudy.
It would have been better if the rain had poured down heavily.
Instead, it drizzled so lightly it was hard to tell if it was mist or raindrops.
As a result, the soldiers' hair was damp.
"Prepare to march!"
The commander shouted.
The squad leaders formed ranks with their assigned soldiers.
All the soldiers looked grim-faced.
Only those who had crossed the line of death at least once were gathered here.
Moreover, they were those with experience fighting monsters.
One thousand soldiers and one hundred knights.
This was the composition of the expedition departing this time.
The proportion of knights to soldiers is quite high. This indicates that this expedition force was made up of elites.
