Korvath, standing on the top of the Wall, heard the small sound of a horn and his face turned solemn.
It was a scout horn.
And the meaning behind it was clear.
Korvath turned his head to the northeast. At first, he only saw fog. The Heights always had fog, so it was nothing special, but then, the fog turned red.
It was not fog.
It was smoke.
Red smoke that rose from the far end and Korvath's stomach tightened.
Enemy Seen.
That was what the red smoke meant, his face turned solemn. He looked ahead and the smoke kept rising. More and more smoke appeared from other ridges. One by one, all other scouts were beginning to see it.
Within seconds, the entire sky was filled with red smoke, it looked… ominous.
Korvath, however, did not have the time to notice how gloomy it all looked. It was happening, and what he needed to do the most right now was move—
So he did.
He raised his fists, the soldiers behind him understood the signal and—
HOOOOOOOONK
