On the Highland, snow fell in flurries as a frigid wind howled. Normally, no one would choose to be here at this time of year.
Yet now, a force of nearly a thousand people waited silently, their hot breath seeming to scorch the falling snowflakes and shrink them in size.
From this high vantage point, the entire situation on the distant battlefield came into view.
A throng of figures moved about, locked in a chaotic struggle. Scalding blood splattered across the earth, dispelling some of the biting cold.
A Silver Armored Knight, mounted on an exceptionally magnificent Magical Beast, gazed out over it all.
"My lady, should we go provide support?"
After a long wait, an officer, seeing that the Minotaurs had launched a surprise attack on the Thorn Corps' rear, could finally bear it no longer. He spurred his horse to her side and asked anxiously.
If such a large number of Minotaurs attacking the Thorn Corps' rear were all to go Berserk, the scales of victory would tip!
