Raven couldn't shake the feeling in his chest. Something was off.
The generals he had seen before were nowhere in sight, and the soldiers on the wall… they didn't look tense at all.
Their faces were calm, almost lazy, like they weren't afraid of the attack at all.
That alone made Raven's stomach twist.
"They look relaxed… why?" he muttered, his frown deepening.
But he didn't have time to think.
The battalion pushed forward again, shields up, boots pounding the frozen ground.
They closed the distance fast until only a hundred meters remained.
Then Raven saw it clearly.
The soldiers on the wall were moving the cannons, slowly, steadily, turning the heavy mouths of iron straight toward his men.
Not panicked, not rushed… just calm, practiced motions.
The bad feeling in Raven's chest hit him harder than any arrow.
He shook his head sharply, pushing the unease down. This wasn't the time to freeze.
"Heavy armors!" Raven shouted, voice loud enough to shake the air.
