Mt. Dakun, Rebellion-Held Aviye
Amri
Arriving at the headquarters of the Sunrise Sword felt anticlimactic compared to all the adventure Amri had experienced over the last few days.
The base was kept deep inside a cracked mountain. Carved into the stone for level after level were open rooms, many linked by bridges in the middle. Amri stared as she saw thousands of revolutionary civilians and soldiers moving about, an energy to them that spoke of the desperate situation unfolding even before she drew within range to feel their minds bustling with worried speed.
The bottom floor of the mountain base had every type of land vehicle imaginable and even a stable for horses and a single pair of tamed marsh dragons. Trucks, tracked transports, and artillery pieces rested in junctions or along the first floor walls, the cleft wide enough to allow a half-dozen of the widest trucks to pass through it if the need ever arose.
