The night was thick with anticipation as Lyan made his way quietly through the camp. The Central Army of Astellia was a hive of activity as the soldiers made their final preparations for the coming conflict. Fires flickered across the encampment, casting dancing shadows over the rows of tents. The clang of armor, hushed conversations, and the occasional whinny of a restless horse filled the air. Despite the bustle, Lyan moved unseen, his steps almost soundless as he slipped between the tents.
He had left the guest estate hours ago, slipping out when he was sure all of his companions had finally fallen asleep. They were exhausted from the long night they had shared, and he had made sure each of them was comfortable before he left. They deserved their rest. As for Lyan, he couldn't sleep. There was too much on his mind—the plans, the preparations, the unknowns that waited for them on the battlefield. He needed to see it all, to take it in, to be certain that they were truly ready.
