The courtyard of the fortress sounded as if it were a tempest of activity. In the distance, soldiers fought mock battles, smiths swung at glowing steel, and squads marched in unison. The Iron Vanguard did not disappoint; its fluidness was a testament to endless days spent sharpening to their craft.
Commander Alaric stood tall, stern-faced, leading Ryu and Kaelith to a broad balcony overlooking the training grounds. His armor reflected the sun, polished but showing the marks of past battles. Tension was heavy in the air between them.
"You've come here claiming the world faces a threat greater than we've ever known," Alaric began, his voice carrying the weight of command. "The Abyss, as you call it, sounds like a force out of legend. But words aren't enough to rally an army. My soldiers won't march to their deaths based on warnings alone."
