The following day, just as the sun peeked it's golden head over the horizon's edge, the black armoured legions of the Eclipse Empire, numbering nearly two hundred thousand strong, along with an additional one hundred and twenty thousand Murathicus warriors, gathered from all the tribes now loyal to the empire, set off in a westerly direction. Their destination as clear as the dawning sun for all to see; they were directly heading to the center of the Northern Coalition's heart; the capital city of the Enkada Clan; Fuithair.
Yet unbeknown to most, a splinter force of only about eight thousand men, dressed and carrying the Dolgan Clan's colours, split off from the gigantic force and began to head southeast in great haste. With non other than Barrafin and another cloaked individual, riding on a resplendent chariot, leading the seemingly runaway column of men.
"Pardon me, Lord Avestan." Barrafin cautiously called out to the cloaked man beside him.
