The war pressed ever northwards, and Luna lead as the tip of that spear. Before her lay the abandoned town, Snow Vale. A safe pass through the mountains. A staging ground to strike at the Empire's very heart.

Sombra's beaten and broken slave-soldiers were retreating into the town. An oncoming blizzard darkened the horizon and within, icy demons fed to bloating by the war bay and howl. Luna narrowed her eyes. It would come too late. She would rout the enemy. She would take Snow Vale. She would claim the pass for their armies.

Half a league. Half a league. Half a league forwards.

Luna regarded her soldiers. Bright eyed, hot-breathed, ready. She smiled and gave the order.

They charged.