Hooooo—!!
The setting sun stained the sky blood-red as a long horn's mournful call echoed across the land, carrying an air of somber resolve and deadly intent.
Outside Nezier Town, following Simon's command, three thousand armored guards and a host of De Molinos family clansmen gathered.
"May the sword at my waist cut straight into Purple River."
"This battle… will lay the foundation of our De Molinos family! The dawn of our rise begins here!"
"I, Simon, will lead the charge! Until we storm Purple River City and annihilate the remnants of the Ashfell clan!"
"If I, Simon, should fall, do not grieve. Do not stop. Press forward without hesitation and claim Purple River City!!"
At the forefront of the assembled army, Simon donned his armor and unsheathed his sword. His voice was steady, resonating with unshakable conviction.