"Time seems to both be a friend and an enemy…" General Blackwell said, sighing. Karstly's work on the left army that day had been a great source of morale for the Stormfront troops, but there was little more that could be done with it.
Even as he stared at his pieces, Blackwell realized that if they wanted a quick victory, then the ball was almost entirely in Karstly's court. If it came to it, Blackwell was quite prepared to abandon the central castle, and send his troops both left and to the right. But he knew that to do so would only be to delay the inevitable. To give their centre was to allow the enemy even better opportunities to attack the castles to both sides. It was not a favourable situation.
He pondered it, completely unaware that in a village just to the west of his hometown of Ernest, the villagers of Solgrim were engaged in much the same situation.
