High above the valley, Queen circled in elegant loops, its sharp eyes trained on the enemy forces moving below. Kyle stood on the ridge, watching through the hawk's vision.
The enemy had taken the bait, marching right through the narrow valley Kyle had predicted. Their formation was tight—confident, even—but that confidence would soon crack.
Kyle raised one arm, the signal clear and swift.
Within seconds, the cliffs on either side of the valley came alive.
Massive boulders, carefully loosened and prepared in advance, thundered down in waves.
The sound was deafening—stone crashing against stone, men shouting in panic, screams drowned beneath the roar of collapsing earth.
The enemy lines scattered.
"Now!"
Kyle commanded, his voice cutting through the chaos like steel.
From hidden flanks, Kyle's three groups surged forward in practiced unison.
