Instead, his officers stood taller, their eyes burning with the same defiance that Kael himself carried.
Satisfied with this, Sharon's dad gave a curt nod.
Behind him, a team of soldiers approached, carrying his power armor, a massive, custom-built exosuit, enhanced with heavy shielding and built for one purpose... war.
Next came his family's shield, emblazoned with his house emblem.
And finally, his patriarch's sword, a weapon passed down for generations, carrying the weight of his lineage. Vortigan stood tall, fully prepared for the battle of his life.
"Sir! The enemy fleet is breaking into orbit! What are your orders?!" One of the officers shouted, his voice sharp and urgent, but not shaken. There was no fear, only discipline.
Vortigan's eyes flickered to the holographic display, where enemy ships loomed like a steel storm in the dark sky. He exhaled slowly with a controlled breath, then moved with purpose.
