The dusk of the Bone-Burying Gorge, the wind and snow hit the face like fragmented iron pieces, carrying the scent of blood.
Louis overlooked the battlefield from the high ground of the gorge, his gaze sweeping over the purgatory interwoven with red and white snow.
He had already known today's outcome through his Daily Intelligence System several days prior.
Duke Edmund would launch the final offensive here... and fail.
So he spared no effort in leaving the defense of the Red Tide Territory, bringing two hundred carefully selected Elite Knights, hoping to change the predetermined outcome.
They traveled day and night, without any rest, and managed to make it in time.
Of course, Louis was also fully aware that even if he threw all two hundred men into the fray, it would only result in them being swallowed faster.
But what he brought wasn't just these two hundred knights, but also weapons to counter Anger that the Northern Alliance Army didn't have.
