As dawn broke, Robson's army gradually reached the southern bank of the river.
Banners snapped in the wind on the north and south banks of the river, where the two great armies were arrayed against each other.
Between them, the phantom image of a great bridge grew increasingly solid. It slowly began to transform from Magic Energy, from pure elements. Like the reflection of a moon rising from the water's surface, it emerged, bit by bit, to become real.
"Brother, can we set out now?" Aurora watched the scene unfold, his eyes burning with eagerness.
After the Gray Dwarves joined the Beastman Empire, the influence between the two was mutual. Although the Gray Dwarves were a naturally warlike race, they were never as extreme as Aurora.
The fierce competition within the Beastman Empire created an incredibly high-pressure environment, and the internal struggle for survival was, at times, more intense than any external conflict.
One had to be a fighter to survive in this land.
