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192x192 (XL) |
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 Battle mission
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Briefing
After taking Mermanchild, there were no cheers. Not a single sign of relief. If a stranger had seen only the faces and posture of our soldiers, servants, and generals, he wouldn't have been able to tell we'd just won a battle. Everyone was exhausted - mourning the loss of longtime friends, or even nameless comrades who could just as easily have been them, and they all knew what came next.
The Queen wouldn't wait for us to settle in and fortify our defenses. Michael was still chasing down the last of the survivors - those who'd vanished into a hidden tunnel beneath the castle - and I can only hope he catches them before they regroup and strike from behind.
Now I see light in the distance, faint glimmers beyond the swamps: the Queen's reinforcements. They're preparing to retake the city. We're tired. We're outnumbered. But this time, we're the ones behind the walls - it's the only advantage we have. A scout arrives with the words I've been dreading: 'The Queen's army is moving, my lord. The first soldiers have entered the swamps.' I close my eyes and whisper a prayer to the Unsunken. Michael, please make it back in time.
