The resonant echoes of leather boots reverberated through the area as Ghana, adorned in splendid silver armor, strode purposefully. The sentinels lining the hallways saluted her with due respect, their eyes betraying a mix of moisture and wistfulness as they bid farewell to their closest comrades, soon to join the Falowright alliance.
Amidst the farewells, well-wishes permeated the air, with prayers uttered for the safe return of their companions. Ghana, traversing the corridors of the military building, felt the weight of melancholy enveloping her. The ceremony had just ended, and while many were sad to say goodbye, the uplifting words of High Lord Hadrian's speech lingered in the air, kindling a fiery resolve within them to eradicate evil and secure the freedom of all races. They will destroy the source of the malibreeds and restore peace in Corhan.
