"Sir, we are 1,000 miles from the Citadel," Sergeant Vorlax reported, his voice tense with urgency.
"Alright... Everyone, prepare yourselves!" Emery called out and all acolytes quickly readying themselves for the possibility of a swift confrontation.
Their next and final destination was the renowned Valaryn Citadel, a stronghold that had seen countless battles and held strategic significance on the planet. The air was thick with anticipation, as they all understood that the area was a hotbed of conflict. Emery was acutely aware that their presence might attract unwanted attention, particularly if the elves realized they were there to deliver supplies.
As they drew closer, one of Magus Vorlax's men spoke into the transmitter. "Citadel, this is Fox 12. We are approaching 1900 vectors. ETA 30 minutes."
