The sun had barely risen when Aiden gave the order to march. The camp quickly came to life, the soldiers moving with practiced efficiency, despite their exhaustion. They had rested, but the heavy weight of the unknown loomed over them as they packed up their tents and prepared to leave the place of their hard-won victory. The northern stronghold awaited them, but with each passing moment, the feeling of uncertainty deepened.
Aiden stood at the front of the column, his gaze fixed on the path ahead. The road to the stronghold was treacherous, winding through dense forests and across perilous terrain. Yet, even as they began their march, Aiden couldn't shake the nagging feeling that they were walking into a trap. Morgana's words echoed in his mind—he knew the enemy had a long reach, and the road they were taking was far from safe. But he had no other choice.
