The scale of the assembled force became even more apparent as the final counts were called out, with seven thousand men standing in disciplined formation, 4 thousand soldiers and 3 thousand cultivators. Banners fluttered above them to mark divisions and allied houses, and the understanding lingered among them all that more forces would join as the army advanced deeper into contested lands.
Lucas guided his horse toward the flank where his own selected squad was positioned, separating slightly from the central command without drawing attention, his movements deliberate and calm, while the ice belle floated lazily at his side, her small presence oddly comforting amid the vast machinery of war.
He dismounted briefly and approached Jennifer first, the silver haired healer already checking the straps of her pack with focused efficiency.
"You look prepared," Lucas said with a small nod, his tone warm but firm.
