Several white dragons flew through the air in an "O" formation, signaling to the Imperial army below and telling the humans which direction they would attack from next, so the Imperial Knights could coordinate with them and scatter the Crystal Cluster's attacking vanguard.
When he saw this scene, the representative figure of the northern military aristocracy—a Grand Duke now over a hundred and ten years old who had experienced the previous War of the Saints—could not help but feel his blood surge.
A thousand years ago, during the War of the Saints, ordinary people had fought shoulder to shoulder with dragons and the Silver People. Elves, humans, and dwarves had been just as close-knit, hadn't they?
What a magnificent epic that had been. Bound by the Sacred Covenant, the hundred races of the continent had united to resist the darkness.
"Attack!" He raised the sword at his waist and pointed it straight ahead. "The twelve dukes, the Imperial counts, the knights—hear my command! My brothers, my lads! For victory, for the Empire—attack!"
"Kill!"
Rank after rank of knights surged forward, their roar like a landslide and tsunami. Across the entire human battle line, they formed a silver band that crossed the charred earth and collided with the tide-like Crystal Cluster.
Then came a second band, and a third...
"Loose!"
A chorus of bowstrings creaked. The Imperial longbowmen began to take deep breaths and adjust their stances. Then they released their fingers. With a sharp twang, the sound swept across the battlefield like a sickle.
Armor-piercing steel arrows with conical heads rose into the sky like a swarm of locusts. Then brilliant magic arrays erupted around them, and the arrows passed through those arrays one after another.
Keen Edge, Bane of Enemies, Flameburst, Acceleration, Stability—the silver light layered itself onto the