Chapter 129: It Has Began.
"The land is familiar to me, and it’ll be to your advantage as well, your grace. There’s a plateau up ahead, rocky terrain. The enemy’s cavalry will slow down there. With the right positioning for our archers, we can halt their advance without a full assault. We can pick them off and make them feel the weight of their mistake." Alaric’s eyes gleamed with an almost predatory satisfaction. He knew this land like the back of his hand, and Richard’s plan was sound. The trap was set. The enemy would march right into it.
"Then we’ll move as soon as they enter the pass," Alaric commanded, his voice deep and commanding. "We fight with precision, not force. Let the chaos work for us."
As the armies of Wyfn-Garde advanced forward, the sound of hundreds of boots marching in unison created a thunderous rhythm.
The cavalry thundered in the front, the powerful warhorses kicking up the dust as they prepared to charge. Behind them, infantry and archers followed, the weight of their armor glinting like a sea of iron.
The warriors’ faces were set in grim determination; they knew what was at stake. The kingdom needed this victory. And they would have it.
At the edge of the battlefield, Alaric’s vampiric senses stretched out into the air, tasting the scent of the wind and feeling the vibrations in the ground beneath his feet.
He could feel the presence of their enemy — the clamor of their marching soldiers, the sharpness of their fear, and the anticipation of the bloodshed to come. But it was not fear that gripped him.
No, it was the hunger — a bloodlust that surged through his veins. A call to battle that no mortal could ever truly understand.