"Have we received any report from our scouts recently?" the Supreme Commander of the Aurelion Army, Magnus Grimholt, asked the Commander of the Blue Wolves, Evander.
"Not yet, My Lord," Evander replied respectfully. "But they should be returning soon."
According to their estimates, they would reach Eden in two days. The barbarian scouts had already pulled back and no longer bothered to track their movements.
"Mmm." Magnus nodded. "Once they return, tell them to report to me at once."
The Aurelion Army was currently taking a short break, recharging before resuming their march.
An army over seventy thousand strong had joined this campaign.
Not only that, but the strongest powerhouse of the Aurelion Empire, the Wind Guardian, had also come with them. The very person who had fought Gundar to a draw.
And since their ally, the Britannian Army, would also join them in this battle, victory was well within their grasp.
