The morning mist lingered over the Swamp Village as Ashen awoke early, the first light of dawn barely breaking through the fog. The village was peaceful, but Ashen knew that the tranquility was fragile. Today would be the final day of preparations, and he intended to make every moment count.
Ashen stepped outside, breathing in the cool, damp air as he surveyed the village. The villagers were already hard at work: farmers tending to their fields, blacksmiths hammering away at new weapons, and children playing in the streets. It was a scene of daily life, yet beneath the surface, everyone knew the importance of the days ahead.
He made his way to the training grounds where the assault squad was gathered, their expressions determined. The Swamp Bubalos stood by their riders, their massive forms exuding strength and resilience. Grimfang, Ashen's own Bubalo, gave a low grunt as Ashen approached, as if sensing the significance of the day.
