Chapter 277: Arc 4, Act II, - 122: Cindering March Part I
A morning breeze dry and coarse flew past in a single gust, rustling the short shrubs and flora. Across the chasm, in the west, a cacophony of marches rebounded till it reached back; they were here, and they were doing exactly as expected.
Carriages and steeds, bringing along countless troops and equipment; travelling side by side with tanks. The forces of Cravolta had moved lower south, leaving ample distance from which Trailon would arrive.
Just as she predicted, her eyes sided to the narrow bridge which Trailon avoided. However, the blonde’s gaze was forced to be fixated elsewhere.
While much of the Cravoltan forces had clumped in further south, she stood further north, alongside Fumeko, the Fragmenting Lightning, the Ashen Whisper and Asobi who stood a little further back.
The king’s guards were to help with the main fray; Hotaru and Feyan to stay back for the time. So those all who stood upfront, would not only hear the incoming march, but also see, gleaming armour of golds...
Layers that were bordered in black, golden bolts holding down the bright golden plates along the vambraces that shifted with the movements of his arms.
Trimmings of blue made its way around the armour, inlaid like broken crystals. Faintly beaked sabatons around his feet, that a kick to the chest could puncture the heart.
His gold and black helmet was closed off by a metal visor with slits for eyes and vents for breath. Atop the head were two horn-like attachments; space for wolf-like ears.
Intricately designed, each metal was layered upon the other and all together shimmered in enchantments.
Despite looking heavy, he was not hindered in his movements in the slightest. It didn’t feel like an enemy was approaching; rather, a living suit of armour.
Behind him marched the vanguard of Trailon, carrying dark magenta banners depicting a ship helm, surrounded by three five-pointed stars.
He unsheathed a longsword from his back in similar hues and slashed it loosely against the earth, scorching a blue crescent he stepped over.