Typhon has declared war.
Maryland stood in the highest tower room of Longwind Fortress, gazing through the crystal glass window in the direction of the Typhon Empire, his face tense and silent for a long time.
The orders from the imperial capital and the declaration of war from Typhon lay by his side.
A massive vortex had already formed, and whether it was stirred by the gods or the main warmongers of Typhon no longer mattered. The important point was that once such a colossal vortex began to exert its force, all involved seemed to have little choice—perhaps this was truly driven by the fanatical faith in War God gone out of control, but for Cecil's soldiers, it made no difference; whether commanded by the Emperor or the deities, the enemy was the enemy, and the enemy was in the direction of Winterwolf Fortress.
