At dawn, the flames of the bunker flickered, almost extinguished.
The sky was beginning to lighten, and behind the wooden walls of the Holy Alliance Army's encampment, Horn held a long brass telescope, gazing out at the plains before him.
Although Hotam County is a plain region, it is not a vast expanse like the Golden Plains.
Within several miles, there are always hills and undulating terrain.
The hills, like waves in a green sea, are now covered by charred black, resembling patches of eczema.
Under the turbid light of the red sun, a massive army of tens of thousands marched through the hills, treading on scorched earth.
Between the unfolding phalanxes, the knights proudly carried swallowtail flags, while the counts raised even larger emblem flags.
The morning wind whipped back and forth, colorful and fluttering.
Yet, from left to right, the horizon of green land and blue sky was filled with silver-armored soldiers and guards holding long spears and greatswords.
