The sky was painted with pink and orange hues as the day's first light broke through the darkness. Pontia stood in silence, choosing not to address the group with a speech. With a sense of urgency, the company swiftly organized themselves into a strategic formation and readied themselves for the imminent assault. The archers prepared the first volley of flaming arrows. The enemy forces would be taken by surprise as they had no prior knowledge of the coming battle. As we stood in our location, gazing toward the North, our attention was drawn to a captivating sight. Three torches were lit up, casting a flickering glow on the trees that stood in their path. The scene was both eerie and enchanting at the same time.