( Falken Twilight's POV )
The atmosphere was sombre in the twilight clan. The joy of victory that came from repelling the mercenary attack not even 72 hours ago was now replaced by gloom as the scouts from across the half-line brought back the news about the approaching armies.
Upon receiving the King's letter the previous day, Falken had initially dismissed it as an overcautious warning. However, the reality of the situation was dawning upon him, and it was far more grave than he had anticipated.
Falken found himself chastising his past self for having underestimated the gravity of the threat. A day hadn't even passed since receiving the King's cautionary message, and already the ominous shadow of a formidable army loomed on the horizon.
