The sentry tumbled and scrambled down from the top of the fort, shouting in panic, "Signal flare! Red! East side of the city wall."
Everyone's hearts suddenly tightened.
According to the prearranged agreement, a red signal flare meant that the front line commander had determined that their troop had encountered enemy magic forces.
"Move out!" Major Moritz grabbed his helmet and rose to his feet, followed closely by the momentarily disoriented officers.
They quickly led their warhorses out of the triangular fort and galloped towards the east side of the city wall.
The sun had not yet surfaced, but the sky was growing brighter, revealing a deep blue color.
Sea fog began to waft through the air, mixing with the battlefield's gunsmoke and sharply reducing visibility.