The frozen expanse of the Frost Fjord on the eve of the battle was an awe-inspiring, primeval spectacle. Over five thousand northern warriors had pitched their heavy hide pavilions across the three-mile ice sheet fronting Valgard Citadel. Thousands of iron braziers and stone hearths burned in disciplined military grids, turning the ice into a glowing lake of orange fire beneath the towering basalt cliffs. The air smelled of boiling spruce…
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