The attack on the docks began just before sunset.
It did not start with a massive charge. It started with a precise, organized strike against the outer barricades.
Dozens of Blood Council soldiers moved out of the evening mist. Their crimson cloaks blended with the fading light. They moved in perfect synchronization, their shields locked together.
Varic stood on the wooden docks, his sword drawn.
"Hold the line," he shouted to the harbor fighters.
Kael stood near the front, spinning his blade casually.
"Finally," Kael muttered.
He stepped forward and swung his sword at the first Blood Council soldier. The strike was heavy and fast.
But the soldier did not try to kill him. The soldier simply raised his shield, absorbed the impact, and took a step back.
Kael frowned.
He swung again.
Another soldier stepped in, blocked the strike, and retreated a few paces.
