IVAN POV
The entire army stood outside the castle gates, awaiting Azar and his troops. We could feel the earth trembling beneath us, the quiet hum of anticipation spreading like wildfire through the ranks. I gripped my sword tightly, my knuckles pale from the force. There was no time for fear, not here, not now. All I had was the weight of the blade in my hand and the steady breath I forced through my lungs.
The banners fluttered overhead, the colors of our kingdom barely catching the morning light. My gaze flickered towards the horizon where the sun should be rising, but the thick clouds of war had already blocked it out. Azar. He was coming, and with him, his endless legions of the undead.
I glanced to my left, where Kiran stood at the ready, his jaw set with grim determination. "You ready for this?" I muttered.