"Damn!"
"Quickly send the signal.The situation is changing first" the older man ordered, voice low but steady. "Tell them the Red Knights aren't what we thought. They're more than ready."
The younger figure nodded. He pulled out a small crystal embedded with glowing runes. Whispering into it, he sent the signal. As the crystal dimmed, he tucked it away and moved quickly, vanishing into the white storm.
.....
At the battlefield's frontlines...
The icy wind howled, its sound rising like a warning bell across the snowy expanse. Snow blew harder now, slicing sideways like knives of frost. Still, the Red Knights stood their ground.
Albert gripped his sword tighter, his armor dented and scratched, stained with grime and dried blood. He shouted commands without rest, voice never faltering, even when the storm muffled everything.
