After defeating the horde of Ratax, the Winterseed soldiers began to jump around in joy, unaware of the danger approaching them.
Their celebration hadn't even lasted for three minutes when, suddenly, the ground beneath them began to tremble. A loud, thunderous step echoed within the forest—much louder and fiercer than anything they had heard during the Ratax attack. The sound alone was enough to freeze the blood in their veins.
"What is happening?" the young soldiers asked, fear evident on their faces. They had just risked their lives, fought with all their strength against the horde of Ratax, and now something bigger was coming for them. Was peace really so difficult to attain?
When Brandon heard the loud step, he was even more terrified. "This is bad!"
He immediately ran toward Rowan. "Lord Rowan, we have to leave immediately! Staying here for even a second is signing our own death warrant!"
