Imperial Calendar, December 9, 1463, at the mouth of Winter Embrace Valley, along the Peda River.
The lead-gray clouds hung low over the horizon, engulfing the entire valley in a damp and chilly haze.
A bird unique to the Winter Embrace Valley, the Winter Embrace Dove, broke through the rain curtain.
Fine raindrops slanted across the sky, splattering on the chest armor of Holy Alliance soldiers, splashing up fine mist.
Winter Embrace Valley was evidently part of the muddy terrain, showing no signs of Holy Alliance-paved roads.
After being trampled by horses and men, it had long turned into mud.
Every step sank deep into the mire, the withdrawal accompanied by the sticky sound of "squelch, squelch."
"Six days! Catch up with Serafe in six days!" A Corps Commander blinded by the rain shouted at the marching soldiers.
This was already midday of the first day.
At this moment, viewed from above the valley, rows upon rows of dense formations were advancing along the valley plains.
