*** Northern Front – The Frozen Fields of Ilden ***
A week had passed over Thirell, the two sides continuing their restless preparation for the upcoming invasion.
Marquis Raven's army numbered up to the tens of thousands, his formation filling the horizon as he joined with the rest of his fellow rulers within his alliance.
The former losses of his resources from Elberich's invasion, now fully recovered, as reinforcements have arrived.
Count Besmund and Baron Ilmund.
The remaining two of the Holy Allied Territories, the three great powers of the center, together they could even rival a duke in terms of power, and that's without the church's backing.
But if you include the church, then they have enough power to even give Archduke Augustus a slight problem.
"Winter... I could already smell it coming,"
Count Besmund eerily uttered, looking at the sky, the sun's rays were completely covered by the dark clouds that loomed over the entire duchy.
