15th of February on the Marrod Plain.

The sun had only just risen, and it was vigorously radiating light and heat as if it were trying to dispel the winter chill that was lingering in the air. Unfortunately, it was like a rowdy child that was yelling and throwing a tantrum with all its might, but was unable to actually provide sufficient warmth to the 200,000 troops. Thankfully, on the cusp of the coming battle, no one was feeling the chills. Everyone's eyes were filled with steely determination and frenetic killing intent, and in their minds, they were repeatedly envisioning how they were going to drive their blades into the chests of their enemies. A cold gust of wind swept through their ranks, as if it were trying to test their determination, but after just a brief examination, it seemed to have realized that further examination was no longer necessary, and thus, the wind quickly began to subside.

Even so, the black flags bearing golden lion head emblems were still flapping incessantly, opposed by the red flags bearing golden vulture emblems on the other side.

On the Effer Kingdom's side, Governor Jenkins was leading the army from the front, with King Cameron commanding the middle portion of troops, while Count Friar was bringing up the...