Inside the Phoenixes' headquarters, a spacious room filled with maps, strategic diagrams, and a long wooden table, General Ironheart stood before Marcus, Nova, and Sable, his gaze sweeping across their determined faces.
The room hummed with anticipation, their shared purpose binding them together. But more importantly, the Phoenixes wanted to know about the General's decision to make them an extension of the military's power.
In other words, Marcus wanted to know if they were officially being given the right to rule over their city... or whatever remained of it.
"Phoenixes, I cannot express enough gratitude for your unwavering support," General Ironheart began, his voice resonating with authority and appreciation. "The supplies and weapons you have provided us have been invaluable in our battle against the undead."
