In the northern wind, a faint wailing sound drifted over, threading through the cries of battle and mingling with the snow filling the sky before floating down onto the ruined battlements.
Nemesis suddenly pricked up her ears. She rose from inside the tower and looked thoughtfully toward the arrow slits. Beyond them, the Alder River flats were blanketed in white. In the distance, the dark shadow of East Mintai Forest hung on the horizon like a bank of gloomy clouds, while the various nobles' banners flickered in and out of sight along the skyline.
"Lady Nemesis, you shouldn't be moving around right now."
As soon as Bronze Dragon Leto entered the tower, he saw what the female knight was doing and could not help reminding her, "You'd better rest for a while. After we join forces, we can hold out a little longer. And for some reason, the Buga people seem to have left."
"Did you hear that?"
"Hear what?"
"The sound." Nemesis turned back to look at the veteran and answered, "It's the sound of a horn. That's the sound of a Dragon Horn Long Trumpet. It's deeper than an ordinary horn. I heard a sound like this once on the battlefield at Ambersell."
Leto froze slightly, thinking the lady had begun hallucinating. Still, out of courtesy, he cocked his head and listened. But a moment later, the veteran's expression changed, and he turned and rushed outside.
Nemesis followed him out as well.
Heavy snow was falling over the battlements. The rebels' assault seemed to have temporarily ceased, and the Buga people were nowhere to be seen in the sky. Only the rebel camp in the distance flickered indistinctly through the snow.
The two stood by the battlements and watched the direction of the Alder River flats. They could