All except for the Mountain Shieldbearers were Level Six. That meant—an entire army of Master Rank soldiers!
Dozens, or even a few hundred Master Rank individuals, might seem insignificant in the eyes of a Peak Master Rank. But what about ten thousand?
Just imagining it made Rand's scalp tingle.
In just over a month, the grand imperial festival—the Firstfall Festival—would arrive.
Eryndor City was already bustling with excitement.
Chuck and the court nobles were busy preparing the festivities, while House Tascher worked tirelessly on the Queen's coronation ceremony.
It had been nineteen days since Overthunder departed for Revor Province.
The recruitment of three million new soldiers had concluded, and the Imperial Knights were now in the midst of intense drills.
The defense forces of the surrounding four provinces had also been mobilized, wiping out several small local powers.
