The Human Kingdom.
Border Wall.
Panic swept through the soldiers like wildfire.
A line of horns echoed from the outposts.
From the top of the wall, all they could see in the distance.
Marching in perfect formation, was an overwhelming sea of silver. Glinting under the morning sun, like a tide of steel slowly creeping forward.
"What the hell is that!?"
"That's the Armand emblem!!" a scout shouted, his voice shaky.
"What!? Are you sure!?"
"What should we do!!" another soldier yelled, clutching his bow tightly.
"Captain!!"
The captain gritted his teeth, eyes scanning the advancing forces. "Like hell I know! How many troops do we have on this wall!?"
"Just over 2,000, sir!!" someone shouted back. "The main camp already deployed their soldiers with the king's march toward Armand!"
"And now these bastards are at our doorstep!? SHIT, SHIT, SHIT!!" The captain turned and barked, "Get me an estimate, NOW!"
