On the day the Golden Army arrived, Radagon rode at its head, surrounded by Tree Sentinels.
He truly had done nothing beyond bringing his army to Liurnia Lake.
Revisiting familiar ground, a trace of reminiscence entered his eyes.
The first time he had come here, he had led a vast army too.
The sight before him had not been the natural scenery of Liurnia Lake either, but an enemy army ready for battle.
He had heard that Caria's hero, Rennala, the Full Moon Queen, was a rare beauty in the Lands Between.
Countless men yearned for her.
Even Radagon, Marika's other half, had been curious about what sort of person Rennala was.
The past was like smoke, yet it had not scattered on the wind.
People always wanted to hold on to something, and Radagon was no exception.
Yet even a god who could bring the dead back to life had many things beyond their power.
Now, father and sons were actually about to turn their blades against one another.
Was there anything crueler in this world?
Radagon gazed at the imposing army before him.
The Caria Allied Army had the Redmane Army as its main force, supported by the Volcano Army and the Caria Army.
Aside from ordinary human soldiers, there were also other races, puppets, mechanical constructs, and more among them.
Visually, they looked somewhat disorganized.
But they could not be underestimated.
They were very nervous.
Radagon's eyesight was excellent. He could all but see the expressions on the faces of the soldiers at the front.
It was not just nervousness. There was excitement too.
Not everyone had the chance to face the Elden Lord.
Even if this lord had gained his throne illegitimately, was dogged by ugly rumors, and seemed relatively weak.
He was still the Elden