Forest Song

"Charge!"

The longswords raised in the rain carried up mist like arcs of silver light. Freya held Lionheart Sacred Sword high, standing proudly amid the curtain of rain. The White Lion sergeants all looked toward her, raising their longswords in unison as they advanced. Through the swirling mist, the snow-white blades suddenly rose like a forest glittering with cold light. The square formation began to flow. Everyone's steps kept quickening and growing longer until they were practically sprinting. Some surged ahead, only to be overtaken from either side. The foremost rank of White Lion Infantry ran shoulder to shoulder, their silver-gray armor linked together. From afar, they looked like a shining line in the rain.

The line kept shifting, advancing even as it changed.

The White Lion Guard finally burst into terrifying speed, displaying every characteristic of this mighty lion before everyone on the battlefield. Morgin, the other commander of Madara's two Undead Army sword battalions, stared at the scene in astonishment, as though watching a silver-gray flood pour down from the forest frontier. At that moment, he thought of the White Wing Cavalry's charges, but those scenes were nowhere near as shocking as what he was seeing in the rain today. What kind of infantry is this?

A flash of fire flared, and a fireball exploded nearby. The mud it sent flying nearly splattered all over him, but Morgin seemed not to notice at all.

The undead were the finest army in the world. After the thunder and flames faded, the Spider Swordsman in the first line still held their longswords, coldly guarding the positions they were supposed to occupy. Their scattered formation could no longer form a line, resembling individual grains of sand strewn across the battlefield. Interweaving trails of fire began to skim over their heads, forming