Lucas and his Squad reached the crossroads to Lechia and Rus, the place was nothing more than a wide stretch of broken land where three ancient roads met, each one worn by time and war, and Lucas kept his horse steady as he waited at the head of his squad. The ice belle hovered nearby in silence, her presence calm but alert, while the others dismounted and rested without truly relaxing. Everyone knew this point mattered. Whichever path the king chose here would decide the shape of the war.
Half a day later, the distant rumble of marching boots and armored horses finally reached them, and Lucas lifted his head as the king's banner came into view. When the main army arrived and settled, tents rose quickly and discipline returned as if it had never loosened. Not long after, a command was sent, and Lucas found himself walking toward the central tent with Henrietta at his side.
