As Garius and his command unit arrived at the border wall, the sight before them was awe-inspiring.
Lined up in perfect formation, the full might of Armand stood ready. Every soldier, every warrior, every unit was prepared.
Garius dismounted from Giddie, his eyes scanning the troops before turning to his most trusted general.
"Hesbeirn."
The seasoned warrior stepped forward, his posture firm.
"Yes, my lord?"
"Report."
Hesbeirn nodded, handing over a scroll.
"Our scouts and intelligence unit have confirmed—120,000 troops are marching toward the border. Possibly more."
Garius unrolled the report, his eyes narrowing slightly.
"…So this time, they won't split their forces anymore."
Hesbeirn sighed.
"It seems so, my lord. Not only that…"
His voice darkened.
"This time, their mage units and priests from the Saint of Three Gods are accompanying them."
Garius raised an eyebrow.