The Battle Begins
“They call themselves ‘The Steel Legion.’ We’ll see how their steel compares to our own.” The words were spoken quietly as the Syndicate General traced his finger over the fletching of an arrow. Leaves rustled as the light of dawn broke over a quiet glade. Shifting his position, sharp eyes watched the enemy armor glinting in the morning light like a tide of iron. A quiet chuckle followed, calm and knowing. “They march like thunder, blind to the arrows in the wind.” A silent nod. “Loose the signal. Let them wake to our whispers before the storm.” A single arrow sliced upward through the air, its flight swift and silent. In its wake, a thousand more followed, darkening the morning sky. “The scum rise with the sun,” growled the Legion General, narrowing his eyes at the dark swarm of Woodland Syndicate arrows cutting through the dawn’s golden light. Beside him his Warden grinned, drawing her sword with a metallic hiss. “Let them hide behind sha...