In the distance, two lines of rising dust sped towards each other.
Like the curtains of a stage converging at the center!
The White Steel Princess charged ahead, her Divine Steed Shadow racing at a speed of thirty to fifty meters per second, instantly widening the gap behind her white knights by several body lengths.
She held high the White Dawn, radiating a dazzling milky-white brilliance.
Opposite her, the King of Lavender also led the charge.
His accompanying priest exclaimed in horror, "No! Master Provence! Don't engage! We are not their match! Run! Run away!!"
But the King of Lavender would never flee from battle; he was a Fourth Rank knight deserving of his title, and his steed was fine as well, leaving no reason for retreat.
