Snowid looke din the distance. He could hear the rumbling of the marching Empire forces and could tell that the time for battle was coming. He couldn't help but smile in excitement. Reaching for his claymore, his men ran all around, getting into position as orders were thrown out.
It was deafening to hear the noise of the camp, and I wondered how anyone could hear where they had to go. Snowid watched. He had the best of his best all here. He knew this was far from the final battle, but a plan to end it now was in his mind. He didn't want to kill lIsra yet. It would only make Alfred fight harder in this war. But killing Alfred would put an end to everything. His heir was a baby. With Alfred dead, the Empire would fracture.
