In the darkness of the night, from the heights of the castle, Ivita and others could see three nearby villages being consumed by tongues of fire.
Even further away, there were places where the fires seemed to reach up and merge with the sky.
Ivita knew, this was the work of the sons of the forest setting the land on fire.
And if their plan succeeded, this scene they saw tonight would happen all over Ambros.
The fires were still burning as the sky began to lighten, and smoke billowed into the dawn sky.
At the same time, the sons of the forest had finally launched their first attack.
First, a volley of arrows from the centaur troops was aimed at the horde of carnivorous flowers.
The simultaneous barrage from over two thousand centaurs clouded the sky. Like a rain of arrows, they struck the Old Witch's magic.
Atop the city walls, the Old Witch, who hadn't slept all night, kept her eyes wide open, vigilantly watching the army of the forest children.