East of the kingdom stands Lyndwrym fort, created over two thousand years ago. It had yet to face defeat.
Garret Fenix stood on the grey walls with his arms crossed, his body wearing the dire wolf armour, enduring the rain hammering the walls while he watched the enemy on the horizon. 'My dear son, beloved daughter. How I would love to show you this sight.'
"Glade, Estin, Felix. How are the troops?"
Estin Calman, captain of Lyndwrym's imperial guard, said with a smile, "All troops are prepared for the coming battle."
With pride in his voice, Felix Odon replied, "Lyndwrym mages are ready, sir."
Glade Estan smiled at his lord's current aura. "All knights are fully rested!"
Garret Fenix nodded and looked at the army in the distance.
