Elina sat on her horse, gripping the hilt of her sword tightly. Freya and Evalyn did the same.
Tens of thousands of cavalry troops stood in formation behind them, ready for battle.
Suddenly, a black wave appeared in the distance.
As it got closer, its shape became clearer—a massive army of tens of thousands.
"They're coming! Get ready for battle!" Elina ordered.
"Yes, Your Highness!" the soldiers replied in unison.
As the enemy drew nearer, tension among the soldiers grew.
Finally, the enemy army slowed its advance and came to a halt four hundred meters away.
A burly man rode out from the ranks on his horse.
"Let me go to the front," Freya said.
"No, sister. Let me handle this."
Freya turned to Elina, looking uncertain.
"Are you sure?"
Elina nodded slightly.
"I'm sure. Don't worry. I can handle it."
Hearing this, Freya said nothing more.
Elina tugged on her horse's reins, urging it forward.
Seeing her approach, Corvin laughed heartily and slowly reined in his horse.
