At the break of the next day, when the fog was thick and the air damp, the massive gate groaned open, and thousands of Ashbourne soldiers marched onto the field.
Two months of relentless battles had brought an end to almost every grass on the field. Some areas had developed scorched craters, remnants of trebuchet bombardments.
Their armours clinked as they marched. After thousands of infantry and archers had exited the entrance, horses neighed, and Lambert's cavalry followed in perfect formation.
The next unit after Lambert's cavalry were the paladins, the most formidable unit composed entirely of sacred-ranked knights!
It was common knowledge that Asher's generals were all at the sacred rank, except for Sapphira, who stood half a step away from reaching the imperial rank.
In the entire county, only Asher and Sapphira bore the title of Saints.
Clad in his gleaming golden armour, Asher rode at the forefront of the paladins.