Deep within the Untad Forest, where ancient trees rose like pillars of forgotten temples, sothing powerful awakened.
It began with a single breath, a slow, thunder-deep exhale that made the moss tremble on the roots it clung to. Eyes opened in the darkness, not one pair but several, scattered across the shadowed glades and ravines. Their glow cut through the fog like embers stirring in a long-dead fire.
Then the first roar broke the morning stillness.
It rolled through the forest in a trembling wave, bending branches and shaking loose birds that had roosted high in the canopy. The call was answered almost instantly, a sharp cry from above, then another from sowhere beyond the stone-thick groves, and then a third, deeper voice rumbling beneath the earth itself.
Four presences stirred, each ancient in its own right, each claiming dominion over a corner of the forest that few dared to tread. They were separated by distance, yet their awakening seed linked, as if they had all sensed the sa unseen signal.
And they began to move.
The air thickened around them, their combined presence pressing down like the weight of a gathering storm. Even without seeing them, the forest felt their advance. Leaves curled, branches swayed though no wind moved, and the wisps of drifting mana-light dimd in wary submission.
Their advance awakened others.
From hollows beneath roots and from caves carved into stone, shapes slipped out, similar in form but smaller, lesser echoes of the first awakened ones. They raised their voices in answering cries, each call tinged with reverence or fear. Shadows moved with purpose as they joined the march, a host stirred to life by the will of those far stronger than themselves.
Drawn by instinct, driven by sothing they could feel pulsing through the earth, a distant wellspring of energy, faint but impossibly alluring. Every step they took aligned toward the sa unseen point, as if a thread of mana tugged gently at their senses.
But not all movent was toward the call.
The oppressive aura radiating from the awakened ones spread fast. It rolled through the forest like a silent shockwave. Smaller creatures, the weak, the young, the cautious, froze in place as it washed over them. Their bodies trembled. Instinct scread.
Run.
And so they did.
Whole packs bolted from their resting grounds. Herds broke apart as individuals sprinted in panic. Birds erupted from treetops in frantic clouds, scattering through the sky. So fled in the sa direction as the great ones, pulled forward by a mix of terror and instinct. Others fled sideways or diagonally, but no matter where they ran, their path slowly curved, drawn by an unseen pressure steering their fear into a single flow.
A vast migration took shape without a single word exchanged.
Bushes shredded under claws. Loose soil kicked up in great plus. Cracked branches and toppled saplings marked the charge of creatures far too frightened to care what lay in their way. A haze of dust followed the moving tide, spreading like a low-lying storm cloud across the forest floor.
Even trees felt the change.
Their roots vibrated with each heavy stride. Their trunks groaned beneath sudden impacts as beasts far larger than deer barreled past. So ancient trees, dead for decades yet still standing out of stubbornness, finally gave way and crashed to the ground in a burst of splinters.
The echoes of the forest’s unrest traveled far, farther than sound should, carried by tremors that seed to ripple through the very air.
And even miles away, sharp eyes sensed it.
High above the stone walls of Fort Darrow, on the top floor of the command tower, Captain Alaric Darrow stood in full armor, the morning light glinting off his steel plates. His gaze was fixed on the distant treeline, as if he had felt sothing stirring deep within the forest.
His jaw tightened. mories he tried not to revisit surfaced anyway, the screams drowned beneath thunderous roars, shields crushed under impossible weight, the faces of soldiers who had stood beside him and never stood again. Every beast tide left its scars. The grand tides carved trenches in the soul. The faces never stayed long. What lingered was the mont the walls almost gave way.
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He inhaled slowly, letting the cold air settle his thoughts. The scent of oil from the trenches below mixed with distant forge-smoke, grounding him in the present.
It looks like the mana inside the forest has reached its peak, Alaric thought.
Without turning, he asked, “Do we have word on reinforcents from Stonegate?”
Behind him, his aide stood at rigid attention, waiting.
“Yes, Captain,” the aide replied. “The Count’s ssage arrived late last night. He says they will arrive in ti.”
Alaric nodded once, though a shadow of doubt flickered across his features. In ti could an many things.
He rested his gauntleted hand on the stone railing, armor clinking softly. For a brief mont, he closed his eyes and drew a slow breath, steadying not just his body but his resolve.
Then he straightened.
“Run the siren,” he said. His voice carried no hesitation. “It is ti for us to assemble.”
The aide saluted sharply before hurrying down the tower steps.
Monts later, the horn of Fort Darrow let loose a deep, resonant blast that rolled across the walls, echoing into the open sky. Soldiers halted mid-step, conversations cut short, helts slipped on with shaking hands. The fort awoke in the sa mont the forest mobilized, as though both sides had heard the sa call.
Edward POV
As we approached the command center, I could already see a few figures standing on the top-floor balcony. None of them were the Captain. Below, on the ground level, nearly all the infantry lieutenants were already assembled, their faces set with determination. Without needing instruction, we moved into position, lining up in front of our respective lieutenants.
Within fifteen minutes, the entire yard was filled with soldiers standing in proper formation.
Then the Captain stepped out onto the balcony.
As he did, I felt a faint current of wind drift toward where he stood. Then he did sothing I had never seen before, sothing I had only heard spoken of in rumors.
He began to float.
“n,” the Captain said, his voice carrying effortlessly across the yard, “I think you know why we are gathered here today. The enemy of humanity is knocking at our door. Let us stand together to defeat this mighty foe, one that has stood in our path since our first cities rose and our first walls were built.”
His gaze swept over us.
“People in the capital say the Battalion of Darrow is made of commoners who do not know how to fight, who are too scared to face real danger. I say that is a pile of horse dung. It is ti we show those snobs in the capital what a battalion of commoners can truly do.
Let us remind them that it has always been commoners who defended the land, who defended hos and towns, who stood between danger and their families. Let them rember that the Battalion of Darrow is the first and greatest wall against the greatest threat to humanity. Let these halls be lined with the skulls of monsters."
My grip tightened around my spear. The words stirred a fierce need to prove my worth, to show that I was more than what the nobles thought of .
"This battalion has never lost its fort. And it is not going to lose today.
Each of you must think not only of yourself, but of the man standing beside you. There is no room for cowards here. The brave make others brave. And it is the brave who shape the future of this kingdom.”
He paused, then raised his arm and pointed behind the line of lieutenants.
“Look behind . Vanguard returned only days ago.”
A ripple moved through the ranks as heads turned. Standing there in full armor was the Vanguard squad. I could see Leif among them.
“Many of you have heard the rumors. Yes, they were overwheld. Yes, five of their privates were injured. But what you may not know is this.”
His voice hardened.
“They killed six Tier 3 beasts while having only three fighters at that level. And those injured n are already preparing to face danger again.
That is bravery. That is what I expect from every squad under my command. I want us to be so fierce that the beasts rember us, that those without the ability to reach this fort still speak our na in fear, that even the next generation of monsters trembles at the thought of approaching these walls.
I want songs written about the squads of this battalion. Songs about the ferocity with which you fought for humanity. And when you are old, sitting in a tavern, and soone sings that song, you will be able to say you were there, and tell them how many beasts you killed with your own hands.
Now stand tall, my n. We fight as defenders of this land, as soldiers of the Royal Army, and as the Battalion of Darrow."
The Captain let his arm fall to his side.
For a heartbeat, the yard was silent.
Then he straightened, his voice no longer speaking to us, but with us.
“We are the Wall that halts the barbarian and beast.”
The words rolled out across the yard. Every soldier there knew them.
They were the first words spoken to us on the day we stopped being civilians and beca recruits of the Royal Army.
And the fort answered.
“We are the Wall that halts the barbarian and beast.”
His voice rose.
“We are the Fla that consus the foe.”
“We are the Fla that consus the foe,” hundreds of voices replied, boots shifting, armor clinking as n stood taller.
“We are the Unconquered, born of these lands, bound by its blood.”
The chant thundered back, louder now, echoing off the stone walls and up into the towers.
Then the Captain raised his fist.
“And we do not break.”
For a breath, the words hung in the air.
Then the entire fort roared them as one.
“We do not break.”
The sound shook the yard. It felt like the walls themselves were answering, like the fort had found a voice and chosen to roar.
In that mont, it wasn’t squads or companies or nas that mattered. We stood as a single thing—stone, fire, and will—ready to et whatever dared to test these walls.
It was not just the words. It was what they promised. The chance to prove ourselves worthy of the title defenders of this land.
Every doubt I had carried into the yard was drowned beneath that surge of resolve. The fear didn’t vanish, but it no longer mattered. It was buried beneath sothing harder, sharper, and ready.
Then the roar died, and for a few seconds the yard fell silent, every one of us steadying the sa resolve, bracing for what ca next.
Then orders rippled through the ranks.
We turned toward Lieutenant Fenward, armor clinking, boots striking stone in a steady, unified rhythm.
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