On the day of the decisive battle.
The sky sprinkled a light rain.
The slanting wind and fine rain nourished all things.
It was a good time for farming.
Yet, farming and warfare have always gone hand in hand.
Now, Roman's army had the upper hand in numbers compared to the rebel forces.
But the battle was still fraught with danger for him.
The rebel army had not retreated after a major defeat and was determined to tear down and rip up the flag of the River Valley King.
Thirty Judgement Knights rode the finest warhorses.
Clad in vivid red armor, they stood in the rain like statues, as raindrops coalesced and flowed over the cold hard armor, resembling blood.
And the forty Shattered Archers were light cavalry.
Heavy Armor was restrictive and inconvenient for shooting, affecting the archers' flexibility.
The remaining mercenaries and believers lined up in ranks, drenched to the bone.
They looked nervously at the infantry phalanxes standing in the rain in the distance.
