The people who had remained in the city were, according to their mana signature, bronze-level civilians and below, so there was no reason to attack the city if all the soldiers were outside it.
Even in war, some lines remained uncrossed for him.
Dragarion smiled.
"So that was the strange mana signature I was sensing," he murmured, analyzing the war formation from his privileged position. "Such a large mobilization in the outskirts..."
His enhanced perception could read the situation like an open book. Numbers, positions, power levels, everything was visible to his dragon-enhanced awareness.
Easily 200,000 troops extended across the landscape like a purple stain covering kilometers.
For any other commander, it would have been a daunting sight, a force that would require months of siege and thousands of casualties to overcome.
