Instaron shook his head. "This is a decisive battle... The Empire has committed so many troops to the south, yet His Majesty never told us..."
"What did she say?"
"At least one-third of the Empire's military strength is here." Instaron clenched his fists and growled, "What can Fanzan and Cruz amount to if all these legions gather together?"
"Look over there." Tagus came over and pointed in a direction.
"The Dead Moon flag." Madara's future star suddenly felt the world spinning around him. "His Majesty!"
Brando pressed his lips tightly together. Without a doubt, this was a decisive battle, and Eluin's greatest enemy, the Dead Moon Empire, was on the verge of defeat in this very battle. Yet he felt not the slightest joy in his heart, only deep fear. He gazed at that sea shimmering with purple light and watched the Somir Crystals falling from the clouds, his heart turning cold.
Was this a war between the undead and the crystal clusters?
The scale of this war had already surpassed the Slanted Forest Battle of later generations and the Xifah War of the Year of Starlight. Only the battle he had fought in the Alqash Mountains before crossing over could compare to it.
Yet the Dead Moon Empire, so powerful that it seemed invincible, had actually suffered an indisputable defeat in such a crucial war. Before his eyes, one flag after another, each representing a legion designation, was disappearing into the vast sea.
That represented more than the undead's rout. It was also the falling petals of Bromanto Black Rose. If Madara lost one-third of its military strength here, whether the Empire could hold together would remain unknown.
Not to mention, would the crystal clusters stop their advance northward because of this?
It was hard to say.
What exactly