The large-scale military movements around Winterhold could not be concealed—indeed, they were being carried out openly.
In the Cecil-controlled zone, within the frontline command post at Winterwolf Fortress, officers and staff gathered in what had once been the castle hall. Intelligence from all directions flowed in like rivers converging on the sea. Reports arrived one after another, orders were issued one after another, and Magic Net Terminals projected scenes from afar. Numerous tense, busy clerks and commanders hurried about the hall.
Gawain stood before a large sand table at the far end of the hall. Philip and Maryland were beside him, analyzing the current Typhonian troop deployments around Winterhold. Sordelin, having changed back into the uniform of an Iron Rangers commander, strode up to them and said urgently, "Reconnaissance units have discovered large numbers of Battle Mages and mixed legions near Gelin Town. Preliminary estimates suggest that at least twelve legions' worth of forces are moving from there toward the front..."
Philip looked up at Gawain, his gaze grave. Maryland picked up the miniature battle flags beside the sand table and silently placed them at the corresponding positions on the map according to Sordelin's intelligence. Around these newly added red flags, the red markers representing Typhonian legions had already blanketed the entire Winterhold defensive line, packed together like a river.
"Do Typhonian Supernatural Beings grow out of the ground or something..." Amber stared wide-eyed in astonishment. "Where did all these supernatural legions come from...? Are they planning to drown the battlefield in bodies?"
"All of Typhon's standing and reserve forces, some rotating units from the southern borderlands and eastern coast, as well as the royal family's directly controlled Supernatural Beings... they have probably all been transferred here," Gawain said in a low voice, frowning. "There may not even be enough