Shadows on the Horizon

The warning horn echoed through the valley, its deep, haunting sound sending a chill through the exhausted soldiers. Kai's grip on his sword tightened as he turned toward the source of the noise.

From the northern ridge, a plume of dust rose into the air. The rhythmic pounding of hooves against the earth soon followed. A cavalry unit—fast, disciplined, and deadly—was closing in.

"They're sending reinforcements," Lyra muttered, stepping beside Kai.

Elira's eyes darkened. "No. This isn't just reinforcements. This is a hunting party. They knew we would strike here."

Kai's mind raced. The stronghold had been taken, but they were in no position for another full battle. His soldiers were worn from the fight, and their formations were scattered.

"We need to move," Solis said, his voice urgent. "If we hold our ground, we'll be overrun."

Kai nodded. "Fall back to the tree line! We use the forest for cover."

The soldiers moved quickly, gathering their wounded and retreating into the dense forest beyond the stronghold. The trees provided natural barriers, giving them the advantage against cavalry.

Kai turned back just in time to see the enemy riders storm into the ruined stronghold. Their armor gleamed in the faint morning light, their banners bearing the sigil of the coalition. They had arrived too late to stop the attack—but not too late for revenge.

The lead rider, a figure clad in obsidian-black armor, raised his sword and pointed toward the forest.

"They're coming after us," Elira said, her voice grim.

Kai exhaled sharply, his mind already calculating their next move. They had won the battle, but the war was far from over.

And the hunt had just begun.