Chapter 166: King Edgar

A pale sliver of dawn peeked over the jagged mountain peaks, casting an eerie glow on the snow-covered battlefield. Grimhold loomed ahead, its imposing walls a stark reminder of the struggle that lay before them. Lucian, clad in his armor, surveyed the assembled troops. Faces etched with grim determination, his soldiers stood shoulder to shoulder, a line of unwavering resolve against the seemingly invincible fortress. King Edgar, his booming voice uncharacteristically quiet, addressed the men. "This is it, lads," he declared. "Our first victory gave us a foothold, but Grimhold won't be easily breached. It will require courage, resilience, and a healthy dose of cunning." He turned to Lucian, a glint of steel in his single eye. "Duke Lucian, your plan?" Lucian met the King's gaze, a flicker of steel in his own blue eyes. He had spent the days since the avalanche meticulously analyzing the fortress, searching for a weakness. And he had found it. A small, heavily guarded postern gate on