Southern Border, Human Kingdom...
Clip-Clop. Clip-Clop. Clip-Clop.
The heavy sound of hooves echoed across the open plains as hundreds of armored soldiers rode forward in formation.
"SOLDIERS!" Serandor's voice boomed from atop his spirit horse. "TODAY IS THE DAY WE TAKE DOWN THESE IMBECILES AND RECLAIM THE LAND THEY'VE CURSED WITH THEIR WRONGDOINGS!"
With his bow raised high, he looked ahead toward the Truvale Checkpost. But what he saw made his proud expression stiffen.
The entire outpost was silent. No fires. No guards. No movement. Only a chilling stillness.
The soldiers, however, erupted in celebration the moment they noticed the absence of defenders.
"YEAHHHHHHHHHHHH!" They roared in unison, their morale surging at the sight of what appeared to be a deserted outpost.
Serandor narrowed his eyes. 'The reports were true… but why? Why would they abandon this checkpoint without a fight?'
