The great hero responsible for killing Necromancer King Amon, Kelt Olfolse, had personally entered the battlefield.
Step by step, he walked on the dry and barren landscape, slowly approaching the huge army of Aslan.
This sight pushed Aslan's Field Marshal Gallas even further into the pit of confusion.
Their opponent was the ruler of the Theocratic Empire. The Holy Emperor himself.
However, someone like that was on the forefront? Not only that, all by himself too?!
On top of that, look at his attire, look at his posture. That was not how one should look when one was about to enter a battle.
His only weapon was a massive golden warhammer.
Was he taking the great army of Aslan lightly? Or maybe he had finally gone senile? If neither of those were true, then maybe he felt confident of facing the army of a hundred thousand combatants all by himself?
No, hang on – none of that mattered right now.
Indeed, this was a wonderful chance.