POV: Third Person
The air was thick with anticipation as the kingdom intensified its preparations for the oncoming war. Word had traveled far beyond their borders—across mountains, forests, and seas. Now, allies from distant realms were arriving daily, their presence swelling the training grounds with fresh strength and renewed hope.
But beneath the surface of unity, a tension pulsed like a heartbeat.
At dawn, as the first streaks of light crept across the sky, a low horn sounded from the watchtower.
The guards stiffened.
Horns meant only two things: danger… or the arrival of someone important.
A lone figure on horseback approached the kingdom’s gates, moving with haste yet unmistakable control. A long dark cloak rippled behind them, marked with an emblem none of the younger soldiers
