The reinforcements kept coming.
Three more Elvardian columns crested the hills from the north-east in silver-green and black metal, divisions that had been force-marching since dawn. A second Valorian army poured onto the battlefield from the south, twice the size of the first. Ravenshade bannermen recalled from garrison duty across the duchy arrived from the west in a river of steel that had no visible end.
The ground shook beneath millions of boots, and the count was still climbing.
Half a million soldiers. Then more. The number stopped mattering because the earth couldn't hold it, and armies had begun stacking, rear ranks pressing forward into the killing zone because the columns behind them left nowhere else to go.
...
The eastern edge of the battlefield had become its own war.
