The Battle of Surma River - Day One

The sun rose over the Surma River, its golden light reflecting off the calm waters. The river was wide and deep, with strong currents that made crossing difficult. On the north bank, Strom's army had gathered. Tents stretched as far as the eye could see, and the air was filled with the sounds of clanging metal, shouting commanders, and the occasional roar of wyverns. Soldiers sharpened their swords, checked their armour, and prepared for the battle ahead.

Strom stood on a hill overlooking the river, his sharp eyes scanning the opposite bank. The Royal Army had arrived during the night, their camp now visible in the distance. Their banners fluttered in the morning breeze, displaying the Octopus symbol. Strom's lips curled into a faint smile. He had expected them to be slower, but they had surprised him. No matter. He was ready.