Far off, the Archduke of Black Sand, Chapman Lampard sat fully equipped on his horse.
Protected by countless infantry and cavalry troops, he gazed into the distance with an air of cool detachment.
Amid the deafening battle cries, the two Constellation flags, which were a distance away fluttered under the encirclement of more than two thousand extra light, Eckstedt infantrymen. These men were divided into six large troops.
Archduke Lampard touched the sword on his waist.
It was the sword he used to kill his elder brother during the duel. He had not been apart from it for more than ten years.
"It has begun." Behind him, Count Levan said softly, "They will break out of the encirclement very soon and retreat towards the fortress. We only have to wait for Sasere to dispatch reinforcement troops."
His most trusted advisor, Viscount Kentvida also nodded.
