The Harrow Clan's horn echoed through the night, a chilling call that sent tremors through every villager's heart. But amidst the fear, there was an unspoken bond forged by the battle earlier in the day. The villagers had bled, sweat, and fought side by side, and now they faced this second storm with a sharpened sense of purpose. As Emily stood at her post, bow nocked and ready, she stole a glance at Aiden and Mira. Their faces were set in grim determination, their eyes scanning the shadows for the first sign of the enemy.
The Harrow Clan approached slowly at first, as if testing the villagers' resolve. Silhouettes moved in the darkness, low to the ground, obscured by the dense foliage at the edge of the forest. Emily could make out the faint outlines of warriors creeping closer, their weapons glinting in the pale moonlight.
"Steady," Aiden whispered, his voice low but firm. "Wait for my signal."
