The border of Elenoir was a nightmare of ancient magic and dense, suffocating forest. Massive, silver-barked trees stretched hundreds of meters into the sky, their thick canopies blocking out the sun. The air was thick with mana in the forest of Elenoir.
The combined armies of the Kingdom of Dawn and the Kingdom of Britannia marched into the ancient forest of Elenoir. The ground trembled under the weight of thousands of barbarian warriors, Britannian cavalry, and siege beasts.
CRUNCH. CRUNCH. CRUNCH.
Bjorn led the vanguard, his massive ten-foot frame radiating a terrifying Frost Rule aura. Behind him, thousands of barbarian warriors marched in lockstep. On the southern flank, Alaric led the gleaming Britannian cavalry, their silver armor reflecting the faint light.
High above, hidden in the swirling snow clouds, Kael watched. His Shadow Veil wrapped around him, his silver-flecked eyes scanning the treeline.
They're here, Kael thought.
SWISH! SWISH! SWISH!
