The sun's position shifted, from one horizon to the other; it disappeared with its light, bringing the end of day and the coming of night. The fluttering winds howled like the dying cries of prey caught by their predators, coupled with the temperature drop; together, they welcomed the night's arrival with a foreboding feeling.
The day went by without any retaliation from the Holy Knight Empire, but it was hard to say the same now that they had the cover of the night.
On the southern banks of Violent Tributary, Stormwind Lake, and the Sleeping River, the empire's soldiers lined up in groups of 1,000-man battalions and 4,000-man brigades.
Each group had a large wooden raft fully occupied with straw dummies, making the empire's army seem twice as big in the night.
Without speaking a single word, Emperor Renardier signaled the army to advance with his hand gesture.