The rain had not stopped for hours. It fell in sheets so heavy that even the loudest shouts barely carried more than a whisper through the storm. The southern valley, once quiet and serene, was now a battlefield cloaked in darkness, rain, and mud.Adrian stood atop the ridge, water running down his face, cloak plastered to his chest. Beside him, Emma gripped his arm tightly. “They’re close,” she said, her voice almost lost to the roar of the river and the wind.Adrian’s eyes scanned the flooding river below, noting every branch, every rock, every tree that could either aid them or endanger them. “Corrin is reckless,” he said. “He believes the storm will overwhelm us. But he underestimates the terrain—and underestimates me.”By nightfall, Corrin’s army had begun to push into the valley. Soldiers trudged through mud and water, banners dripping and torn. Lucas watched them silently from the high ground, teeth clenched, uneasy in his own position.“He
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