The battlefield roared with life. Snow and earth churned underfoot as warriors clashed, their cries echoing in the frosty air. Kade stood atop the ridge, his cloak whipping in the icy wind. His eyes were locked on Korrak, who towered amidst the chaos below like an unyielding storm.
"Why is it always the loud ones?"
He muttered to himself, gripping the edge of the map spread out before him.
'Your orders, my lord?'
Vask asked, his voice steady as always.
Kade's gaze flicked to the map, then back to the battlefield.
'We finish this. But strategically,'
he said.
'No point in throwing everything we've got at him without a plan. We weaken their morale first.'
Vask nodded, his crimson eyes gleaming.
'As you command.'
