~AUTHOR'S POV~
The attack came before Selara's army finished arriving.
That was the first lesson of the night, that she didn't wait for her forces to fully assemble before she moved. The first wave hit Moonveil's southern border at the exact moment the blood moon reached its peak. Not approximately. Exactly. The timing was too precise to be coincidence and everyone in the command tent understood that immediately.
Eren pulled his outer perimeter back and let the wave break itself against the tree line. The southern forest was Moonveil's territory in a way it wasn't anybody else's, his warriors knew every approach, every gap, every place where the ground changed in the dark. He let the wave spend itself on the trees, and then he counter-struck from both flanks simultaneously.
Clean. Efficient. The kind of defence that looked simple because the preparation had been thorough.
