The next day, as the first rays of the morning sun broke over the horizon, the expeditionary force began its final march from the City of Sionnan.
CREAAAAAK—!!!
T H U D!
The heavy wooden city gates swung open, allowing a massive, iron-clad stream of ten thousand men to pour out onto the trade road leading directly toward the [Cursed Forest].
FWIIP~
Banners of the Halveron Kingdom, alongside the sacred crests of the four major churches, snapped proudly in the autumn breeze.
In two days, they would reach the dark tree line of the forest—the domain of the Fourteenth Demon King—Verc.
Because Sionnan was their last city stop before stepping into untamed territory, the high commanders ensured that every detail was thoroughly addressed. They spent the previous evening rethinking their formation, stocking their supply wagons with fresh rations, and replenishing their quivers with silver-tipped and anti-monster enchanted arrows.
