Silence fell outside the Free Valley. The troops from the Kingdom of the Sacred Dragon had camped near the Free Valley. News of this had long since reached the bounty hunters stationed outside the Free Valley. They had retreated long ago from the battlefield.
They were afraid to be embroiled in this bloody battle.
The early morning sun shone on the ground, dispelling the darkness and bringing light.
A large troop was streaming towards the Free Valley in the horizon's direction.
The many soldiers looked like locusts. As the army advanced, the earth shook.
The troop of eight hundred thousand formed a formidable array. These men sufficed to engulf the entire Free Valley like flood waters.
At the rear of the army was a troop clad in silver armor. They silently brought up the rear, their faces filled with discontent.
