"How long ago was this information received?" Alpheo asked, tightening the belt of his cloak over the simple tunic he had hastily thrown on, his chest still damp from the water he'd barely dried off. The morning chill bit at his skin, but urgency left no room for comfort.
Egil kept pace beside him, his heavy boots thudding over the packed dirt as they strode through the heart of the camp. Soldiers along their path snapped to salute, some straightening their posture , others still donning their armor, but Alpheo paid them no heed. His mind was already deep in calculation.
"Two hours ago," Egil answered, a touch breathless from his earlier dash.
Alpheo's eyes flicked upward, narrowing at the pale stretch of dawn still creeping across the sky. The sun was only just beginning to climb over the horizon, casting a golden sheen on the dew-covered tents.
That meant only one thing.
Today, there will be battle.
