Based on the report, Rasmus watched the armies from the top of the city wall gather outside the capital city, preparing themselves before they marched to the Verdnan Kingdom, where the full force of the demons was seen. He then glanced at the wagons filled with sacks of letters from every soldier for their families. Those letters were their last string of longing for going back home and their last string of longing for comfort.
"Count Blackheart, Lady Aris," Astrea bowed her head at Rasmus and Aris. "We will march soon. How do you feel?" She asked as soon as she lifted her head.
"We are ready, Your Holiness," Rasmus answered as he lowered his head at Astrea.
Astrea smiled faintly as she stared down at the one hundred thousand soldiers beyond the city's walls. She placed her hands on the railing and kept that smile on for almost a whole minute. The silence was comforting for her, and that would be the last thing she would feel comforted by before she set foot out of the city.
