The wind bit cold on the ridge. From their hiding place among the jagged rocks, Kael and the rebels watched the narrow pass below. A frozen river carved its way through the cliffs, its surface cracked and groaning beneath the weight of winter.
The scouts had been right—the Legion moved faster than expected. Columns of armored soldiers marched in perfect silence, their breath frosting in the air. At their center rolled carts of supplies, pulled by beasts with horns like twisted ice. Dominion banners fluttered, black against the pale snow.
Kael’s stomach knotted. It was one thing to fight patrols and convoys. This—this was an army.
Lucian crouched beside him, his eyes sharp. “Remember the plan. We strike the vanguard first, cut them off from the column. Erya’s mages will shatter the river
