The army of five hundred did not choose to camp by Moon Lake. That would be courting death. Instead, they chose a basin about two or three hundred meters from the lake.
Compared to the army Mr. Laine had seen at Kaltenhaven, this army composed of the standing army and conscripts from Mijordenhaven was much better equipped and overall stronger. Judging by how quickly they set up camp, they were nimble and well-trained, swiftly assembling an encampment in no time.
The next steps were simple: fetching water, chopping wood, cooking, then preparing to rest early.
Inside the camp, hushed whispers floated around. The soldiers had no confidence in the potential encounter tomorrow. They surrounded the Kingdom Knight Nikolai, talking quietly while warming themselves by the fire and eating.
"Sir Nikolai, is the battle happening tomorrow?" a young soldier cautiously asked.
