Beyond the Wall, the atmosphere was grim.
At the beginning of the battle, thousands of Magi had gathered. As the days passed by, their numbers dwindled exponentially compared to the Tsuitsui army.
Now, only two thousand or so Magi remained. These people had not joined the battles in the previous days. They were strong, healthy, and fully prepared for the war that would take place the next day.
This had always been Han Xun's strategy. He planned to always have well-rested and prepared soldiers at his command at all times. It didn't matter that he'd have to send all of them to their deaths every day.
As he walked through the camp with his hands clasped calmly behind his back, he observed that these two thousand soldiers, who hadn't yet tasted the ongoing battle, were eager to go into battle the following day.
Noticing this, his eyes flashed with ridicule. Fools, he thought.
