The sun ascended lazily over the horizon, its golden rays painting the rugged hillside in hues of amber and gold.
Even Takeuchi, though, was so far away from the hill that he could see vaguely some short figure on the hill.
Now that some sunlight is here, it doesn't get so dark anymore.
But what took his attention wasn't just a bunch of short figures raising banners over them.
But what caught his attention was the flames above them, flames shaping clouds.
It wasn't just one but a couple of them, making the short figure beneath it scatter like they had just received plague.
Takeuchi then shifts his attention toward the opposite of the hill, where the village gate should be.
And they were there, a bunch of figures seemingly on the rows raising a banner from the Baron family.
Clouds of flames were no natural phenomenon.
It was the work of the expedition team, their magical prowess unleashed upon the unsuspecting goblin army.