บท 485: A Single Spell and Technique

At last, the order to march was given, and barely an hour later, I found myself atop a similar hill, this time overlooking Brithlite itself. We were only a mile from the city and half a mile from the first line of defense.

The Brithlite army formed a formidable bulwark before the city walls. Much of their forces had been scattered throughout the kingdom, desperately holding back the relentless demon hordes, and a significant number had defected to join our ranks. That left only a fraction of their original army trained and powerful, relying on drafted recruits to bolster their numbers. It was easy to see who they were, even forgetting the weak power of their souls, by the fervent devotion in their eyes. They were here only by the influence of the heart crest, with no courage or confidence beyond that.