The Schlieffen Way
Marcus and Delilah crouched among the treetops, watching the tense scene unfold below.
The voices of Roof and Lord Raven carried clearly across the open field, their words sharp and heavy with authority.
"What is he doing? Is he mad?" Delilah whispered, her voice barely audible over the rustling leaves.
She gripped her wooden spear tightly, her knuckles white.
Marcus didn't respond immediately. His brow furrowed as he observed the situation, his fingers tightening on the bark of the tree.
Roof had certainly managed to grab Raven's attention, but it seemed as though the Schlieffen noble hadn't thought beyond that.
The Iron Hearts had stopped their retreat, their soldiers now shifting uneasily as their Lord confronted Roof in the open field.
Raven had to die today.
Marcus understood that better than anyone.