Approximately two days later.
At the junction point of the Kingdom of Helius and Icor, the Crusader's Gateway, stood lines of countless soldiers. The noon sun shone so brightly that they could barely open their eyes.
"What do they mean by this?"
Above the gateway, the old bishop looked forward at the great army of Icor, approximately three hundred meters away from them. His eyebrows were knitted tight, and he suddenly spoke thus. He could see the mages flying about in the local army, as well as Cannons of Holy Light being packed up tightly together. While being an enormous pressure on them, it was also causing them to feel extremely confused.
Because… this army had already been right outside the Crusader's Gateway for almost two days.
