The flickering light from the campfires illuminated the grim determination in their eyes. Standing at the forefront of the group was Harvick, his imposing figure framed by the snowy landscape, issuing commands with precision.
Jian Gang and Eirik walked briskly up to him, their expressions tense. "Harvick," Jian called out, his deep voice cutting through the chatter of the gathered forces. "What's going on? What's all this commotion?"
Harvick turned to them, his face as calm as ever, but his tone betrayed the urgency of the situation. "The Valkyrie intelligence scouts spotted movement from Laury Kingdom's forces," he explained. "They're heading toward the border—our position—based on the latest report."
Eirik's brows furrowed, his stance immediately becoming more defensive. "How many are we talking about, and how soon?"
