Southern Border
Fog covered the field like a shroud.
Eight hundred Neudämmerung soldiers in formation. Armor gleaming faintly with dew. Sharpened weapons. Determined but tense faces.
Before them, emerging from the mist like ghosts becoming solid: a thousand Meridia soldiers.
Blue banners with a rose as their symbol. Light but mobile armor. Spearmen and archers mainly—a force designed for speed over brute strength.
Kaito was on an elevated position—a small hill offering a view of the entire field.
Adelheid beside him with a spyglass, studying the enemy formation.
"Standard Meridia configuration. Archers in the back. Spearmen in three lines. Light cavalry on the flanks."
"They expect us to charge. The archers would tear us apart."
She lowered the spyglass.
"Then we don't charge. We draw them in."
Kaito nodded.
"How?"
Adelheid pointed to positions on the field.
"Our main line here. Apparently weak in the center. Strong on the flanks."
