When the pale sunlight struggled through the filthy clouds to shine on the land of Tirisfal, the enormous air fleet finally completed its long journey over the Endless Sea and arrived at the edge of the Eastern Continent. As the shadow of the land finally appeared on the distant horizon, all of us felt a sense of relief.
Of course, that excluded those warriors from various races who were a bit too excited under the "Glory of God". They thought our pace was simply too fast, leaving them no time to fully indulge in the glory-filled and epic battles. For these unfortunate natives who had been constantly suppressed by demons and the Undead Army, the rare chance to crush their enemies underfoot was exhilarating—thanks to finding a backer that was definitely tough enough, although that backer now seemed collectively on the verge of madness.
Three days had passed since that massive initial ambush.
