Chapter 64: March to Karnath
The warband moved with steady determination as they approached the narrow trails leading to Karnath Gorge. Morning mist clung to the rocky cliffs, curling through the air like a restless spirit. Every step brought them closer to the looming battle — a confrontation that would shape the fate of the land.
Dikun Silver rode at the head of his forces, his eyes scanning the horizon. The air was thick with anticipation, but his mind remained sharp. This was no mere skirmish. This was a battle of strategy.
He would not be reckless. He would be decisive.
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A Commander's Presence
As they marched, the soldiers maintained their disciplined formation. Corporals barked orders, ensuring the lines stayed even. The crimson belts of the sergeants stood out, a symbol of rank and authority. At the rear, the villagers who had chosen to fight for their freedom marched with quieter resolve. They were not warriors, but they would stand for their homes.
Revan rode alongside Dikun, his sharp eyes flicking between the narrow trails. "The gorge favors us, but Varrin knows that too. He won't make it easy."
Dikun gave a slight nod. "He'll set traps. Scouts have already reported barricades along the main pass."
Harlon, who rode just behind them, grinned darkly. "Then we'll make our own path. Let Varrin think we're trapped."
Dikun's lips curled into a faint smile. "That's exactly what we'll do."
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Preparing for the Ambush
By midday, the warband halted at the mouth of the gorge. Towering cliffs loomed on either side, their jagged faces a reminder of the unforgiving terrain. Dikun dismounted, his boots crunching against the loose gravel.
A crude barricade of sharpened logs and overturned carts blocked the road ahead — Varrin's attempt to control the flow of battle. But Dikun had no intention of meeting the enemy on their terms.
"We move at sundown," Dikun declared, addressing his officers. "Revan, take a small unit to the western ridge. Clear the archers. Harlon, you'll lead the main charge. Make it loud. Make it chaotic."
Revan smirked. "And while they're distracted?"
"I'll take the eastern pass," Dikun replied. "We'll strike from behind. Once their archers fall, the tide will turn."
Harlon's massive hand clapped against Dikun's shoulder. "A fine plan. Varrin won't see it coming."
But beneath the confident words, Dikun felt the weight of uncertainty. He had played out countless scenarios in his mind — victories, losses, sacrifices. Yet no plan could predict the chaos of war.
Still, he would face it. He had to.
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A Quiet Resolve
As the sun dipped toward the horizon, the camp stirred with activity. Soldiers checked their armor, adjusted their weapons, and murmured quiet prayers. Some laughed, masking their nerves with bravado. Others sat in solemn contemplation.
Dikun found himself walking among them, offering nods of reassurance and clasping hands in silent solidarity. These men followed him not because they were ordered, but because they believed in his leadership.
"You stand among them, not above them," Elysia's voice came from behind him.
He turned to face her, her silver hair catching the dying light. Though she wore no armor, the resolve in her eyes was unyielding.
"I stand because they do," Dikun answered. "And I'll see them through this."
Elysia's gaze softened. "And what of yourself, Dikun Silver? Who will stand for you?"
He did not answer. He couldn't.
Instead, he offered a faint smile and turned away. A leader bore the burden alone.
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The March at Sundown
As twilight fell, the warband moved into position. Revan's unit disappeared into the shadows of the western ridge, their steps swift and silent. Harlon's men readied themselves at the front, the heavy weight of their shields gleaming beneath the dim light.
Dikun stood at the head of his own group — a force of swift-footed soldiers and archers. The eastern pass was treacherous, but it would serve its purpose.
He raised his hand, signaling the advance.
The march began.
The only sound was the rhythmic crunch of gravel beneath their boots. Every heartbeat drew them closer to the clash of steel.
And as the last sliver of sunlight vanished beneath the horizon, the storm of battle awaited.
To Be Continued...
Author's Note:
Hello everyone, I'm sorry to say that I won't be able to update all my novels once a day anymore. With my final exams approaching, I need to focus on studying. On top of that, I have to complete my thesis and other case studies. However, I will continue updating one novel that I have already written. Thank you for your understanding and support!