Gutsy stood before the assembled leaders, his breaths coming in ragged gasps as he struggled to compose himself. The urgency of his message weighed heavily on his mind, driving him forward despite the weariness that gnawed at his bones.
"General Tarlok," he began, his voice steady despite the tremor in his limbs. "I bring grave news from the northern borders. Our scouts have reported an unprecedented movement of beasts—a horde unlike any we've seen before."
At the mention of the beast horde, a ripple of unease passed through the room, the gravity of the situation evident in the furrowed brows and clenched fists of those gathered. General Tarlok's expression remained unreadable, his gaze fixed on the messenger with unwavering intensity.
"What manner of beasts are we dealing with?" he questioned, his voice a low rumble that reverberated through the chamber.
