Today is a good day.
The skies are clear and bright.
Turriados stands on the hillside, clad in shimmering scale armor and wearing an orange cloak, a longsword at his waist, overlooking the Crusader camp below.
Behind him, nearly four hundred light and heavy cavalry, mostly in silk robes with chain armor, scale, Zha Armor over them, and wearing face-covering chain armor helmets.
In the shadow of the hillside, over two thousand light and heavy infantry summoned are already in formation.
Time was tight, and his ability to muster so many to aid in battle was thanks to Isaac's heroic feat of riding the Black Dragon to defeat the Empire Fleet.
The Guard Captain muttered softly, "Sir, they should have eaten by now. Why does it seem like there's no movement?"
This small hill was still too far from the Crusader camp, making it difficult to see what was actually happening inside the military camp.
If the hill was close enough, Losa wouldn't have camped here.
