Squad 9 crouched on the rocky outcrop, their high-tech binoculars trained on the vast expanse of Stonepeak Ridge. The ridge itself was a jagged scar on the landscape, its edges sharp and unforgiving, framed by the shadows of distant mountains.
But it wasn't the natural beauty of the terrain that held their attention—it was the sea of armies below, gathered like pieces on a grand chessboard.
The banners of Dalkorr, Darovyn, Syrelis, and Velkran fluttered in the wind, their colors stark against the grey stone and muted greens of the valley.
Soldiers moved in disciplined formations, their armor catching the dim light. At the same time, the rumble of heavy machinery echoed faintly in the distance. It was a sight that should have inspired awe, but instead, it carried an oppressive weight.
