Valtor’s Next Move

The Battlefield's Uneasy Stillness – A War Paused, Not Won

Snow drifted in slow, spiraling patterns over the frozen battlefield. The wind carried the faint scent of iron and something else—something unnatural.

The soldiers of Solmara and the Northern Tribes remained where they stood, weapons loose in their hands, faces pale with confusion and unease.

No orders had been given.

No blood had been spilled.

And yet—the war felt lost.

> "They don't know what to do," Ethan murmured, his golden eyes scanning the silent army before him.

Mia, still unsteady from what she had seen in the Rift's visions, clenched her fists.

> "Because they were never meant to."

Kael stood a few paces ahead, his golden eyes narrowed. The Obsidian Shard pulsed faintly in his grip, its dark energy restless.

Even now, even after the Rift's unseen hand had been exposed—something still felt wrong.

Then—