Caius stepped onto the rocky shore of Harmway with the measured confidence of a commander who knew victory was inevitable. The landing was calm and unchallenged, the imperial forces disembarking in orderly waves, unbothered by even the faintest resistance.
High above them, the garrison within Harmway's stronghold watched in silence, their banners fluttering in the breeze. Not a single soldier dared to make a sortie or harass the landing parties. Caius's sharp gaze flicked up to the battlements, where shadows moved behind crenelated walls, the thought that he would have to order his men to scale those walls made him sigh.
The scouts did not lie, Caius thought as he lazily moved his sight toward of the many abandoned field around the stronghold..