Seth's POV
Seth sat on Cliff's black stallion, positioned among a group of non-awakened soldiers at the rear of the army. His armor, crafted from monster hide, gave him an imposing presence. Yet, despite his formidable appearance, a deep-seated fear gnawed at his core.
Until now, they had never faced a situation of this magnitude. War had escalated beyond anything they had previously encountered. Every soldier had been mobilized. Siege weapons and colossal war machines accompanied their ranks. Thousands of fighters, drawn from all clans and races, marched from the fortress with a shared determination—to defend their home, even at the cost of their lives.
