Raven moved at the center of his formation, his voice steady as he led all twenty thousand men toward the right side of the wall.
On his left, Eliza's thirty-thousand-man battalion marched a little behind him, about a hundred meters back.
It wasn't a mistake, they did it on purpose so her unit could avoid as much battle as possible until they reached the gate.
On Raven's right, Vincen's twenty thousand marched at the same speed as Raven, shoulder to shoulder with his line.
The ground trembled under all those boots.
The cold wind pushed against their armor.
Every step carried them closer to the walls of the Tramplin estate.
When Raven's battalion reached about three hundred meters from the wall, the sound hit them, sharp, fast, countless.
The snapping of bowstrings.
Raven's eyes widened.
"Heavy armor, raise your shields! Archers, take cover!" he shouted at once.
The front line of heavy soldiers stopped in perfect sync. With a roar, they lifted their giant shields.
