Two weeks have passed since the attack on Freya and Amelia.
While public opinion turned sharply against Nubines through carefully spread narratives, Brandon chose a more direct path for the first strike.
Now, four horses galloped across the vast, open plains near the western border of the Nubines Empire.
The ground thundered beneath their hooves as dust clouds rose behind them.
Brandon rode at the front, his dark cloak billowing in the wind.
His expression was calm as he stared ahead.
Beside him Scylla, Camille and Lisette flanked them, their cloaks fluttering as they kept pace.
In the distance, thousands of soldiers were standing like a dark sea, heavy infantry with shields, archers positioned behind them, and several catapults looming in the rear.
Elite units of awakened women, secretly trained and armed by the empire, stood among them.
Banners of the Nubines Empire and its vassal kingdoms fluttered in the wind.
