From MC's Perspective:
The spaceship descended slowly, a massive shadow stretching across the ground as it approached the Main Gate. The hum of its engines faded, and with a faint hiss, the door opened. From the darkened interior, warriors began emerging one by one, their gleaming armor reflecting the cold light of the distant stars. Each of them moved with silent precision, their faces stern and unreadable.
Three hundred warriors. Each step they took resonated with purpose, their boots echoing against the stone courtyard. I stood at the ramp's edge, taking in the sight, feeling the weight of the moment pressing on my chest. To my right, Clinton and Sally moved ahead without a word. As I descended the ramp, I could feel all eyes on me curious, evaluating, perhaps even suspicious.
I knew what they were thinking. I was different, someone not yet defined but clearly significant. I ignored their stares, keeping my gaze fixed ahead as I followed the two elders.
