The sun began to dip below Sythor's jagged horizon, casting long shadows across the battlefield as the defenders prepared for whatever the Reavers might throw at them next. The destroyed command post had crippled the Reaver forces temporarily, but Ethan knew they couldn't rest on their victory for long. The Reavers were relentless and organized, and even now, somewhere in the distance, their forces were likely regrouping.
Ethan, Tazra, and Lillith stood along the city wall, taking stock of the situation as they observed the scattered remnants of Reaver drones that had yet to retreat. Around them, the soldiers and local defenders were reinforcing their positions, their morale significantly lifted by the earlier success but tempered with caution.
Ethan pulled up his comm to check in with the other half of his team on Gualex. "Nova, report. How are things on your end?"
