Even the young recruits on the ground could now sense the approaching army. The vibration under their feet grew stronger, and the distant dust cloud became visible. Their faces turned ashen with fear. Some gripped their spears so tightly their hands shook. Confusion and fear filled their ranks.
"Lord Sol… what do we do?!" one terrified boy called out, voice cracking. "They're coming from the wrong side! Our trap… it's ruined!"
"We're all going to die here!" another recruit whimpered, his voice breaking with panic. "We're too exposed! There's nowhere to run!"
The pessimism spread like poison. The young warriors, already nervous and inexperienced, began to lose control. Some stood up fully, looking around desperately for an escape route. Others clutched their weapons with trembling hands, faces pale with terror.
"Everything's falling apart…" an elder groaned from the cliffs, his voice filled with despair. "All that planning… for nothing. We're going to be slaughtered like sheep."
