Marching
The morning sun crept over the horizon as Kael's troops assembled in the courtyard.
The sound of boots striking cobblestones, the creak of leather armor, and the rhythmic clatter of hooves created a symphony of preparation.
The banners of Vortan Keep fluttered in the cool breeze, their colors bright against the pale morning light.
Kael sat astride his black destrier at the head of the formation, his armor polished and gleaming.
Behind him, Alexander of Ariston rode on a powerful bay horse, his commanding presence setting the tone for the journey ahead.
The troops were ready, their lines disciplined, their gear meticulously checked.
Supply wagons loaded with food, weapons, and medical supplies stretched out behind the soldiers, flanked by armed guards.
Kael raised a hand, and the murmur of the assembled forces fell silent.
His voice carried over the crowd, firm and resolute.