As dawn approached, the three princes gathered their men. The tension in the air was palpable. The soldiers, though loyal and brave, whispered among themselves of the ferocity of the enemy and the losses from the day before.
The horizon was lit with the first rays of the sun, but instead of light, it brought with it the dark shadow of the enemy army, vast and seemingly endless. The Warbringer's forces stretched as far as the eye could see, and at their helm was the Warbringer himself, mounted on a massive black steed, his eyes glowing with an unnatural fire.The princes stood at the front of their army, their weapons gleaming in the light.
But their hearts were heavy. The enemy was too great, too overwhelming.Andros tightened his grip on his sword. "We cannot let fear rule us. We are the sons of Nor, and we will fight until the end."But Kyros shook his head. "We need more than strength today, brother.
We need faith."He dropped to his knees, right there on the battlefield, and began to pray—a prayer he hadn't uttered since he was a child. His brothers stared at him, unsure, but soon Calen joined him, and finally, Andros followed. Together, the three princes called upon the God of Nor, the one they had forsaken for so long.And then, something incredible happened.
A light, bright and warm, began to shine from the heavens. The soldiers on both sides paused, staring up at the sky in awe. The clouds parted, and a voice, deep and ancient, echoed through the land."I have not forgotten you, sons of Nor.
"The ground beneath them trembled, and from the light emerged a shimmering ladder that stretched toward the heavens. It was the fabled Magic Ladder, a symbol of hope and salvation in the ancient texts.
It was said that those who climbed the ladder would find the strength and wisdom to overcome any challenge.The princes looked at one another, their hearts filled with awe. The ladder was their chance, their salvation.
But they knew it would not be easy.Without hesitation, Andros, Calen, and Kyros began to climb.