May 1st.
Avalon West Coast, Summer County.
The war is about to begin, and armies from various nations have gathered here. The once fiery passion has gradually cooled, as a tense and oppressive atmosphere pervades the surroundings.
Last night's emergency promotion, although in terms of exchange ratio, it was absolutely worthwhile—using an exchange ratio averaging less than 1:2, nearly half the soldiers under command were promoted by one level. From any perspective, this was profitable, a huge profit, a blood profit.
—But actually, the sounds emanating from inside the legion camp were not quite so.
Despite the win rate sharply increasing, an inexplicable fear seemed to be spreading instead.
