Dawn was spreading its pale, reluctant light over the fortress as preparations for leaving reached their final stages. Soldiers, scouts, and couriers moved with intent, focused purpose, a sense of the tension to be unleashed by the upcoming mission in every step they hurried through. Ryu, Kaelith, Aris, and Draven stood at the edge of the courtyard, gear packed and ready, watching the detachment of the Iron Vanguard form ranks.
Kaelith's keen blue eyes swept over the soldiers. "These aren't fresh recruits. Alaric's sending veterans."
Draven nodded, a low tone of approval leaving his lips. "They know what they're going into-or at least they think they do."
Ryu glanced down at the Voidfang strapped to his back. The weapon buzzed softly, vibrating the shard in his pouch. He clenched his fist, steadying his mind. This isn't a mission. It's against time.
