The rebel camp was restless. Fires burned low, voices hushed. Even the air seemed colder, as though the very mention of the Frostbound Legion had summoned a creeping winter.
At the heart of the camp, the council gathered beneath a tattered canopy. Elders, commanders, and scouts leaned over a map scratched into the dirt. Stones marked rivers, valleys, and Dominion strongholds.
Asha’s voice cut through the murmurs. “We cannot face them head-on. A legion is more than soldiers—it’s supply chains, siege beasts, war mages. We target their lifeblood before they reach us.”
One elder scoffed. “You think a few raids will stop them? When the frost marches, whole kingdoms fall.”
“Then we make them stumble before they march,” Asha shot back.
Kael stood at the edge, silent, the council’s words ring
