As twilight descended upon the expansive valley, stretching far beyond the grasp of mortal eyes, an eerie stillness settled upon the land.
Whispers of a gathering storm danced upon the wind, their subtle caress sending shivers down the spines of those who dared to tread upon this hallowed ground.
Mighty banners, emblazoned with sigils of opposing factions, billowed in the gusts, their proud colors unfurling like war-torn dreams.
The wind conducted a symphony of whispered secrets through the valleys and ravines, carrying echoes of the warriors' bated breaths and silent prayers.
At least, there, on the Sagittaria Army's encampment.
"We just confirmed why they came late."
The Queen raised her head, hearing the upcoming report.
"We are sure it was because he brought his prized bride along, Your Majesty."
