June 15th, noon.
Dusk Bell Mountain Pass.
The sun overhead emitted intense light and heat.
The golden grass, growing to shin length, drooped into the clear creek.
The creek reflected the sky, making the golden grass look like colossal columns reaching to the heavens.
Yet this tranquility of late spring and early summer did not last long.
The tips of the grass started to move with the ground's vibrations, even causing inexplicable ripples in the creek.
"Neigh——"
With a cry, countless horse hooves fiercely trampled on the clear creek water, splashing muddy sprays.
Centaurs, adorned with ear studs and bone spikes on their skin, dashed through the stream.
Following them were three batches of eight hundred heavy armored knights, followed closely by soldiers mounted on mules and donkeys.
Trailing behind were farm soldiers and foot soldiers, panting and gasping, tongues hanging out in exhaustion.
