The tension of the expedition bore down on each force like an unseen force pressing against their backs.
Their armor gleamed under the pale sunlight, their banners fluttering in the breeze, but beneath the surface tension crackled like an impending storm. No matter their confidence, every soldier knew the truth, they were stepping into the unknown.
At the forefront of the formation, a white-armored commander rode steadily, his sharp gaze scanning the distant ruins.
Beside him, a small figure clutched a wooden staff, her grip firm despite the slight tremble in her fingers.
The commander finally spoke, his voice steady but edged with concern. "Lady Lina, how much do you know about the dangers inside?"
Lina's fingers curled tighter around her staff. "I-I was given some information by the elders who scouted ahead."
Her voice wavered slightly, though she forced herself to continue. "A-at the early stages, the dangers aren't life-threatening…"
