The air was dry as the ground was full of dust. It was the second battle and most likely the last. Everyone could feel it. They could feel the fear and the weight of what was coming.
Princess Nyella mounted her horse, with her armor that gleamed under the sunlight. Beside her stood the kingdom's most powerful generals, people who had won many battles in the past. She turned around and gazed upon the soldiers behind her.
The soldiers of Ivarion, the Phoenix guards, the royal guards. But still, there were barely 10,000 of them.
Her heart tightened. Her hands slightly trembled and she held the saddle tightly. In the far distance, across the battlefield, stood the army of the Sandborns. There were many, far more in number than the Ivarion soldiers. Nyella could easily count over 18,000. They were already shouting and raising their weapons as if they had been victorious.
