Erik snapped his head upward, his blue eyes piercing through the snow-covered branches of the giant trees directly above the path.
For a second, he just saw dark green pine needles and white snow. But then, the shadows shifted.
There were people up there. About 5 men, wearing white wolf furs that made them blend into the snowy canopy.
They were standing on the highest, thickest branches, their hands tightly gripping a hemp rope.
"Look out! Above you!" Erik roared at the top of his lungs, raising his mace.
But his warning came just a second too late. The 5 men in the trees let go of the rope at the same time.
"Move!" Torstein screamed, diving backward into the deep snow.
The bundle of massive logs crashed down into the front line of the Iron Empire army.
Men screamed in sudden agony as the brutal weight of the falling trees smashed right through their leather armor.
