Armors were almost recovering as they looked at the enemy army from a considerable distance away. The mood was heavy, everyone was tense at the moment, except the armors.
Beastled's soldiers were anxious as they stared at the stationary armors without making a move.
And similarly, the soldiers of Southlein were anxious in fear of any movement of those armors.
In other words, all the attention of the war was on those armors.
It was obvious. On one side is an army that depends the armors to win, and on the other side is an army that only fears armor, so it makes sense for things to be as they are.
"I'm getting impatient, not ready yet?" Beastled's commander grunted as he tapped his foot on the ground.
His vice commander who was beside him looked at that scene also worried. He was watching Southlein's army from a distance and could see that they were starting to move.