As agreed, the forces of the allied noble families marched through the city of Gyro under Creed and Isabel's supervision without causing any trouble, reaching the clear fields leading to the mountain ranges in a day. They set up a camp there and waited patiently until they received further orders. Unknown to them, three figures were standing above the campsite, glaring at the invading army with vicious smiles on their faces.
"Slightly above three hundred thousand… no matter how this battle ends, the empire will be weakened whether we lose or win…" Kin said with a slight frown on his voice. Unlike the other two commanders of the sect, Kin had already advanced in age and was not as bloodthirsty as the others. Even though he knew if they want to settle the issue permanently they will have to wipe out all their enemies here and now or they will at least they will have to deal a blow which will permanently cripple these people who bare ill intentions against their sect.