The war sirens echoed all across Hope Island, their mournful wails slicing through the early morning mist.
As the sirens reverberated, General Harries, standing atop the watchtower at the central corner, looked out over the battlefield. His eyes narrowed with intrigue and suspicion.
"Call for more snipers," he ordered his second-in-command. "And have them positioned at the forefront. Something is not right. The war might end today in the Taurus family favor."
Beneath the towering cliffs and at the heart of the island, the armies of the Taurus and Farus families assembled. The army robes were a clash of colors—deep reds for Taurus, and gleaming silver for Farus.
Spears and shields glittered in the soft morning light as the two factions aligned in attack formations, their angry faces and verbal exchange were a testament to their long-standing rivalry.
