Chapitre 115: in place
With final decisions made, the Serpents began subtle maneuvers to set their plan in motion. Under cover of darkness, small teams left to plant forged letters or hire local informants who would murmur false troop movements to Ember ears. Raiding squads moved closer to border positions, waiting for signals to commence synchronized strikes.
Kazreth reviewed reports: captains prepared, clan leaders compliant, and the generals had their squads poised. The Elders nodded approval. Everything aligned for a staged assault meant to disorient, fragment, and weaken the Ember front. If successful, it could allow a swift follow-up strike at chosen targets—perhaps capturing an Ember captain or driving a wedge between generals.
Rivek's ambushers scouted likely caravan routes by moonlight, Surien's infiltrators slipped into villages posing as traveling merchants, and Vesarl's poisoners took careful stock of wells and granaries. Dhazul's warriors sharpened axes with grim determination, Velsa's herb-gatherers prepared stealthy deliveries to Yashever's labs, and Harrek's raiders stretched their muscles, eager for the promised mayhem.
Meanwhile, in Ember lands, no battle had started yet. Lyrus and his generals noted odd patterns—missing couriers, suspicious travelers asking too many questions. The Circle remained on alert, not deceived easily, but not fully certain which blow would fall first. The Whisperers of the Horizon caught hints of foreign envoys hovering at borders, uncertain whether to lend aid or sabotage.
The tension grew thick. The Serpents' chosen course was set: launch a layered attack that combined deception and force. By the time Ember captains realized which strikes were real and which were feints, the Serpents hoped to deliver crippling confusion.
Elder Osereth murmured a prayer to old serpentine gods. Ravessa tapped her staff, signaling time was near. Kazreth stood silent, counting heartbeats, envisioning Ember lines buckling under pressure. Yet, beneath his jade mask, he worried about Lyrus. The Ember leader's calm presence and moral backbone haunted Kazreth's plans. But it was too late to flinch. The dice were cast.
As morning approached, both factions prepared. The Serpents braced themselves, confident in their cunning. The Ember Circle remained vigilant, training their specialized units and shadow members. Unknown kingdoms watched from afar, waiting to see if this conflict opened cracks they could exploit. The world held its breath, anticipating the next moves that would shape destiny.
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