"Quickly hide back in the den, something is coming!" Moon instructed his team, his voice filled wirh a sense of urgency.
The team moved without question, slipping back through the low entrance into the ice shelter, weapons ready but bodies hidden. Moon activated Camouflage and dropped low against the snow outside, his presence blending in.
The shape in the distance began to reveal itself.
Within moments the single figure became two. Two became four. And within seconds an entire army spread across the horizon, beasts moving in loose formation across the white wasteland, marching with purpose toward the black spire.
In the middle of it, Moon spotted the Lesser Elf, both blades ready in hands, riding at the heart of its army.
That's the southern commander.
The white spire's ruler had followed the plan he set in motion.
The commander had gathered its horde and marched it north, straight toward the black spire, to answer what it believed was an act of war from its rival.
