Half of the Astanian army in Midgard gathered outside the city the next day.
It was a hot morning and the heat seeped through everyone's armor, but no one complained. They all just stood stoically as they respectfully looked at the man at the very front.
"Today, we will be marching to Halona. I am sure your direct superiors had already informed you about the specifics, but I will repeat them. Once we reach Halona, we will be sent to attack another city, so you'd better prepare yourselves mentally." Lucas spoke authoritatively, his eyes looking sharp like those of an eagle.
"Get on your horses! We are heading off!"
Upon hearing this, the warriors hopped onto their horses.
Lucas did the same.
"Have a safe trip, my lord." Alaric's voice drifted into his ears.
Lucas turned his head and smiled faintly. "Don't worry about me. No one in this nation is a threat to me. I'm more worried about you."
