Steel and Sorrow: Rise of the Mercenary king

Chapter 407 Outsiders(1)

Chapter 407  Outsiders(1)

So this is what it feels like to march to battle, Torghan thought, adjusting his grip on the hilt of his short axe, his shield pressed firmly against his chest. The cold morning air bit at his skin, but he hardly noticed. His heart pounded in his ears, not from fear, but from something else entirely—anticipation.

Excitement.

The warriors had moved faster than he'd imagined possible. Just last night, the summons had gone out, carried from fire to fire, from home to home. By dawn, the warriors stood ready, their weapons sharpened. It was a sight Torghan had dreamed of since he was a child, watching the men return from raids, bloodied and triumphant. And now, at long last, he was among them.

How could he not be eager? This was his chance—his only chance probably —to prove himself, to become more than just the third son of Varaku, more than just a boy. A single kill would mark him as a warrior, would elevate him from the ranks of those who could only watch, listen, and obey. He would no longer be dismissed, no longer be a child in the eyes of the tribe. His voice would matter.