Three streaks of signal fire lit up the sky, bathing the snowy ground in radiant light.
And in an instant, the roar of battle intensified.
Everyone—marauder or not—understood what the signal meant.
Scorpion Nest was under attack.
Every soldier of the Eagle Banner had but one thought:
Hold the line.
The Baron had infiltrated the enemy stronghold. If he could seize control of it, victory would be theirs.
No matter the cost—they had to tie down the marauder army.
High on horseback, Helati understood this better than anyone. Yet not a flicker of panic crossed his face.
He still had time.
As long as Erik died here, there would be time.
His warhorse accelerated, golden sand-like Dou Qi slithering from Helati's palm and coiling around his lance. The weapon began to hum as its enchantments surged to life, like the compressed fury of a desert sandstorm.
This was his second combat technique:
Sandstorm Assault.
