Unlike the previous war, there were no great speeches to jumpstart the beginning of the conflict. No Braveheart moment where our leaders raised our morale with their words. No, this Trickster-Sunspire war began with a whisper.
A single go-ahead from Garm's second-in-command, Llewellyn, was all we got that very same night, and as the red dawn rose peeked over the horizon, the aptly named Operation Sun Eater proceeded.
The wind whipped against my face and pulled my hair back as I sat at the very back of our glider and looked out at Sol for the second time in my life.
I'd been wearing the fairy ring that kept me in the Fayne even during the day so that we could begin our mission as quickly as possible. Speed was the key and waiting for the next night would have been too late.