As Asher and Emily approached the outpost gates, the guards straightened their posture, clearly aware of who he was. The Magnus insignia on his travel pack was enough to send ripples of attention through the ranks. The towering gates opened with a resonant hum, revealing the bustling activity within.
Inside, the outpost was a hub of strategic operations. Soldiers trained in designated zones, mages reinforced the protective wards, and officers barked orders to ensure the smooth execution of tasks. The air buzzed with tension and discipline, the weight of constant vigilance against the looming threats from the hostile worlds evident in every movement.
A man in ornate armor, marked by scars and a hardened demeanor, strode toward them with purposeful steps. His piercing gaze landed on Asher, taking in his calm composure and youthful appearance. Despite his age, Asher's reputation had clearly preceded him.
