This is a just war!
At Henry's command, the army began to advance on the enemy camp in orderly waves, following their designated formations.
The soldiers grew excited. Glory! Glory! Glory!
The silence of the temporary camp was shattered, replaced by the sound of the Warriors' marching feet and the clang of their armor.
The wind was bone-chilling, and the occasional crackle of static set their teeth on edge.
As the army advanced, the storm clouds of war gathered, and Henry and his soldiers were ready for the bloodshed to come.
Unlike Ratifa, Henry did not ride a warhorse this time. He chose to plant his feet on the ground and fight shoulder-to-shoulder with his men.
He had donned his iconic suit of black armor. On the battlefield, it made him look like a killer in the dead of night—mysterious and terrifying.
His helm concealed his face, revealing only a pair of piercing eyes. Two horns jutted out diagonally, making him look far more terrifying than any Inferior Horned Beast.
