On November 12, 9760 of the Radiant Calendar, the Fifteenth Army's force of three hundred thousand arrived at Skalovi Kingdom's Royal Capital.
Under the fading light, the ground trembled, and the thunder of hooves echoed across the land.
Like a torrent of steel, the battle formations slowly approached Skalovi Kingdom's Royal Capital. War banners snapped in the wind as armored soldiers gripped their weapons and stood ready.
Horn calls resounded across the wilderness. Blades and spears gleamed, war drums pounded heavily and urgently, and the immense military presence weighed upon the hills and forests.
On the city walls, Velin stood side by side with the King of the Kingdom of Skalovi.
"Your Majesty Rivacamon, what do you think of my army's bearing?" Velin raised his right hand and pointed at the steel battle formations below, asking with considerable pride.
The Old King turned his clouded eyes toward the army below and assessed the strength of the soldiers in each formation. Every one of them was a professional, and what he found most unbelievable was that many had only recently stepped onto the Transcendent Path.
"Ambassador Velin, the elite quality of your subordinates far surpasses the Kingdom Army of the Kingdom of Skalovi."
Under the watchful eyes of many nobles, Rivacamon gave an exceedingly fair assessment.
"Your Majesty Rivacamon, do you know how many of these three hundred thousand troops are my core forces?" Velin asked slowly with a smile.
The nobles and commanders present all pricked up their ears, unwilling to miss a single important detail.
"About thirty percent."
After pondering for a moment, Rivacamon gave an estimated figure.
"Ha ha ha ha!"
Hearing Velin's laughter, Rivacamon's heart sank to the bottom.
Could the proportion be even lower? Then how did he control such an enormous army?
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