The wind, biting and cold, whipped across the Lag'ranna Mountains as Khao'khen descended with his Verakh warriors. The moon, a sliver in the inky sky, cast long, skeletal shadows that danced with the swirling snow.
Behind them, a single, hardy squad remained, cloaked in the mountain's gloom, tasked with observing the Threian camp and reporting any changes.
The arrival of the Threian reinforcements, and more specifically, the colossal cannons, had forced a significant recalibration of Khao'khen's strategy. The previous plan, a slow, harassment, was now no longer viable. Those cannons, monstrous things of metal and fire, posed an unacceptable threat.
Their range and destructive power were too great a risk to ignore; a single volley could decimate his tightly-packed formations, the very core of his fighting strength.
