Colonel Arden stood on the ridge overlooking the battle, his eyes fixed on the wall of Iron'Heits, which was being furiously besieged. He couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief as he saw the defenders retreat. The brutal clash had subsided, at least for the moment. The wall, though scarred by war, still stood. It was finally over—for now.
But then a troubling thought crossed his mind. His brow furrowed as he recalled the sudden destruction of the siege weapons earlier in the battle. Something didn't add up.
"Where are Liam and Marcus?" he asked, turning sharply to his squire, who stood nearby.
"I… I don't know, sir," the squire replied, stammering. "Should I send someone else to find them?"
Arden hesitated for a moment, weighing his options. His gut told him something was off. After a pause, he gave a curt nod. "Do it."
