The journey from the lush, vibrant heartland of the Emerald Kingdom to the harsh, unforgiving southern border was a truly spectacular display of logistical brilliance and continental unity. Moving an allied army of over fifty thousand heavily armoured soldiers, siege equipment, supply wagons, and six legendary Guardian Beasts was a monumental undertaking. Yet, the march progressed with a terrifying, absolute efficiency that perfectly reflected the combined genius of the young leaders directing it.
As the army moved further south, the beautiful, rolling green hills and thick forests slowly gave way to sparse vegetation, dry scrubland, and eventually, the vast, rolling oceans of arid sand that marked the physical boundary of the Amber Kingdom. The temperature skyrocketed. The sun beat down relentlessly upon the marching columns, threatening to exhaust the heavily armoured infantry before they even saw a single enemy soldier.
