Dawn broke over the snow-covered expanse, painting the frost-laden trees with streaks of pale gold. Kade stood at the northern ramparts, the cold seeping into his bones despite the heavy cloak draped over his shoulders. The Frost Clans' territory loomed beyond the horizon, vast and foreboding. It was a land steeped in conflict, its people forged by endless strife.
'The troops are ready, my lord,'
Vask's calm voice cut through the stillness.
'We march at your command.'
Kade turned to face him, his thoughts swirling.
"Ready? Hardly. But when have we ever been truly prepared?"
He nodded, gesturing for the others to join him.
Thadric, Selyna, Elvara, and Brug entered the courtyard, their armor gleaming in the weak sunlight. Each bore a different expression, Thadric with his trademark grin, Selyna with her calculating calm, Elvara with quiet determination, and Brug's stoic demeanor as steady as ever.
'This is a calculated strike,'
