Despite the sea breeze, everyone felt as hot as a furnace.
The two sides were methodically deploying their formations.
Kemish stood on a wall of piled rock—though it was less a wall and more of a slope, five or six spear-lengths high.
But even this slight elevation was enough to give them a topographical advantage. Their Archers stood packed together on the decks of small sailing ships overhanging the water. This superior position made them practically invincible; only other Archers or Casters could pose a threat.
But in Kemish's eyes, even he lacked Wizards who could perform Magic; how could a country Baron possibly possess powerful Casters?
Rows of Long Spear Soldiers holding Iron Wire Round Shields stood guard on the rocky slope, ready to turn anyone who got close into a porcupine.
