Chapter 268
The horizon trembles. Dust from the wasteland rises like a sandstorm in the far west. Below it, the banners are distorted amid the shimmering heat waves under the summer sun.
Skaldholm, Bloodvar, Stormbrak, and the northern lords of Huscalpor.
The southern lords of Barnahaim, Midraven, Eldbark, Drekhalt, Hailsklog, and Valkrig.
The banners of beasts symbolizing each clan flutter like a curtain, rising over the dust. Banners depicting bears, salmon, eagles, deer, and wolves soar above the sand.
Thud, thud, thud. The noise of war drums and horn trumpets echoes faintly in this land on the edge of Findvald, in the eastern part of Drovian.
Now, all of Drovian’s forces have gathered together in one place.
“Kids….”
A dark smile creased the corners of Einar’s lips. The fatigue accumulated over ten long days of slaughter vanished as if washed away. A new vigor, excitement surged through his blood vessels, heating his body.
Yes, he was not wrong.