The horn's blast still echoed in Emily's ears as the shadows in the treeline began to move. Her heart pounded in her chest, but her hand remained steady on her bowstring. This time, they were ready. Every villager, every warrior, stood prepared for the oncoming storm.
Aiden stood beside her, his sword gleaming in the moonlight. His gaze was fixed on the woods, where the Harrow Clan gathered once more. "Stay calm, everyone!" he called out, his voice carrying a reassurance that steadied the nerves of those nearby. "We've faced them before, and we'll do it again!"
The village had reinforced their defenses, but Emily knew this attack would be different. The Harrow Clan was a relentless force, and after the defeat of their leader, they would be hungrier for revenge.
