Glanston Castle, the main church was empty.
The dim light through the stained glass windows fell upon the compassionate statue of Saint Sis. The flames on the bronze candlesticks flickered, reflecting the devout face of Earl Derek.
Although the Granston family had long sold their souls to the Demons of Hell, Holy Light remained the base color of his faith.
The real world is often not just black and white.
At this moment, the head of the Glanston family was sitting on a bench before the statue, hands clasped in silent prayer, with an expression of solemnity and reverence.
Everything was ready.
The 300,000 strong alliance army of nobles was marching in two columns to the battlefield. Among them were "mercenaries" from the Kingdom, peasants armed to the teeth, and knights loyal to the nobles... everyone was prepared, ready to revive the sacred and ancient tradition.
