The Jurren de Yachi Mountains, a few weeks before Hamilcar's victory on the Thiar River, on the awaited seventeenth dawn, I was still in my tent reading a report from Hasdrubal in the north, while Horus and another attendant made the final touches on my black and silver armour.
"Trouble in the north?" My uncle asked, as he checked one final time on my brothers' equipment.
I nod in reply, before explaining "Hasdrubal reports odd activity from the southern Luminous armies, as well as several small scale raids they conducted on a few border towns in the past few days, under the command of General Heinrich Vanar, the one we faced a year ago on the Melting Mist Plains."
"Are they going to invade?" Cyrus worriedly asked.
"These are merely probing attacks, nothing more my boy. You don't have to worry about them." My uncle reassured.
"But aren't probing attacks traditionally done as a precursor to larger attacks?" Nizam asked.
