The Special Force soldiers all figured this mission would be intense—risky, sure, but just another day at work packed with some good ol' adventure and a shot at some serious glory.
As departure approached, everyone went about the usual prep: cleaning gear, sharpening weapons, and throwing around a few jokes to break the ice with the new recruits.
But when they gathered at dawn in the training grounds, a surprise awaited them.
An old lady strode in. Her silver hair was swept back in a ponytail, catching the first light of the morning.
She was tall, her frame lean and powerful. She wore a pristine white cape, slightly damp from the dew, and it trailed behind her like a banner.
Wrinkles traced her stern face, but there was nothing frail about her—she moved with authority that was palpable. And those eyes—sharp as steel—made it clear this wasn't a woman you'd want to cross.
