Night settled uneasily over the forested foothills of the Lag'ranna Mountains, where both the Winters' Army and Khao'khen's host had made their temporary camps. The mountain's looming presence cast a long, dark silhouette across the land. Its slopes rose quickly, a jagged wall of black rock and towering trees that seemed almost alive under the moonlight.
A temperate sprawl of towering oaks, weather-hardened sycamores, and ancient evergreens. The wind here was crisp, touched by the cool breath of high altitudes. Fallen leaves rustled underfoot. The scent of sap, moss, and damp bark filled the air.
It was beautiful.
It was silent.
And it was dangerous.
