The battlemages kept on marching forward, their aim set on arriving at the northern ridge to scout the area before Lord Ferdinand. The air was thick with tension, and every step forward brought them deeper into dangerous territory. They had been encountering ice dragons along the way, but the skirmishes had been brief and nothing they couldn't handle.
"Everyone, halt!" the Captain bellowed suddenly.
His voice cut through the steady rhythm of marching boots. The battlemages immediately stopped, turning to face him with confusion etched on their faces. Just minutes ago, the Captain had urged them to hurry, pressing forward toward their destination. Now, what had caused the abrupt change?
