The dawn broke slowly, the light creeping across the horizon.
Fifty thousand cavalry stood ready, their breaths forming clouds in the crisp morning air.
The sound of restless horses snorting and stamping made noise across the camp, mingling with the faint clatter of armor as men adjusted their saddles.
It was a sight to behold, a force so large that even the bravest of enemies would tremble at the thought of facing them.
But for Kael, the sheer size of his army brought as many challenges as it did advantages.
He mounted his horse, his face calm but his mind already racing.
This mission wasn't just about speed it was about precision.
Fifty thousand riders moving as one would be hard to miss.
By now, the enemy would be aware of the Vorton strategy.
They would anticipate a strike on their logistics.
This time, Kael knew, they wouldn't simply scatter like before.
They would prepare. And that meant danger.