Above the clouds.
Rupert's Sacred Radiance–rank mind power swept across Ael Fortress without restraint.
He turned to the general beside him and issued a command.
"You will lead half of the Unar Legion and coordinate with the forces assembled in the direction of Ironcrown Fortress. Launch a feigned assault and pin down the Crossbridge troops there."
"I will personally lead the main force in a frontal assault on Ael Fortress. Once the fortress falls, we can drive straight into the flank of Ironcrown Fortress. With a two-pronged attack, we will annihilate the enemy in one stroke."
More than a month of skirmishes large and small had allowed Rupert to roughly assess the troop strength and combat capability of the Crossbridge Empire.
He knew that the enemy possessed around one million elite warriors at the True God level.
