Twenty minutes before the morning raid, within the bastion of Stone City's headquarters.
A throng of immense proportions amassed within the training grounds of the guards' station. One hundred and fifty guards, representing every conceivable race, converged, clad in their formidable armor and brandishing their weapons in anticipation of the imminent raid.
The gravity of the situation was palpable, evident in the stoic countenances of the assembled warriors.
Among them stood people adorned with feathers upon their backs, a distinctive mark of their tier, while the majority bore the emblem of the sands. Yet, interspersed among them were guards devoid of any discernible symbol.
Furthermore, there were those donning varied suits of armor, each emblazoned with unique insignias, signifying diverse allegiances and backgrounds.
