Standing at the Amberfall Harbor, Prince Marlow was surrounded by his most trusted men.
They all stared at the mist slowly dissipating in the distant waters, and over two hundred ships rapidly approaching the harbor. It wouldn't be long before they arrived. All preparations had been completed, and now all that was left was to fight.
Marlow inhaled deeply, trying to do his best to calm his wildly beating heart. The upcoming battle was going to decide the fate of his family and of his kingdom.
He was chosen as the commander of Amberfall's army, and he was going to do whatever it took to protect what was his. He was greatly nervous. So much rested on his shoulders, after all.
He scanned the port and the anchored ships that almost reached sixty. Then he glanced at the soldiers who had lined the port, weapons in hand. At last, he turned and looked at the battlements, which had similarly been occupied by Magi ready for war.
"Kasper," he called out softly.
