The northern frontline stretched across a vast plain, wide enough that the far edges blurred into the horizon.
On both sides, countless soldiers stood in formation, their lines long and dense. Banners rose above them in the still morning air.
Between the two armies lay empty ground that was scarred, uneven, and marked by the remains of the previous day's fighting. Broken weapons, dark patches in the soil, and abandoned gear lay scattered across the field.
Beyond the main lines, rows of tents spread outward in clusters. Fire burned low, and figures moved between them, preparing for what was to come.
The sky was beginning to lighten. The first hint of dawn crept over the horizon, casting a pale glow across the plain. Long shadows stretched across the ground as the light slowly grew.
No one moved forward yet, but everyone was ready.
A new day of battle was about to begin.
Six months had passed since the Battle of Summer Sea.
