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"Battlemages, ready!"
"Heavy cavalry, ready!"
"Elite infantry, ready!"
On the snow-swept plains by Selwyn's border, Aleisterre had erected a forward camp in haste. Its forces now gathered at the main route leading deep into enemy territory. Three divisions, each with distinct roles, stood ready for the march.
These were among the finest Aleisterre could muster, elite warriors handpicked for one purpose: to deliver the final blow against Selwyn.
This was no probing strike, no feint. The time for hesitation had passed. This was the endgame.
"For Aleisterre!" The supreme commander's voice boomed across the field, magically amplified to reach every ear. "Soldiers—advance! We shall return in triumph!"
The war horn sounded as the battlefield roared to life.
"Received!"
"Understood!"
"Move out!"
Shouts rang from the ranks as officers echoed the command. Banners unfurled in the wind. Magicians responsible for recon released flares in the skies, directing the army to surge forward in a mighty, ordered, and unstoppable march.
High above, squadrons of battlemages hovered in formation as they fed intelligence back to central command.
"About twenty kilometers ahead is Selwyn's rock fortress, their final line of defense leading up to their capital. It has formidable defenses. Current hostile magician and wizard presence unknown."
The scouts' findings were relayed immediately. The commander, a seasoned veteran, gave his orders without hesitation.
"Hold formation at ten kilometers. The battlemage corps will initiate a coordinated bombardment of the fortress. All other units—stand by for orders."
"I understand."
The order swept through the ranks. The battlemages began weaving a series of broad-spectrum enchantments across the army.
Warm Hearth, Windbreak, Earth's Blessing—three elemental protections descended...
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