Arthur's command echoed across the deck, sharp and decisive. At once, Pendralis landing craft surged forward, their metal hulls slicing through the surf, carrying the first wave of marines toward the blood-soaked shore. The boats rocked as waves crashed against them, but the iron-willed soldiers aboard remained steady, gripping their rifles, their minds focused on the battle ahead.
As the crafts neared the beach, the landing ramps crashed down, and Pendralis marines stormed ashore, their disciplined formations quickly securing the coastline. Smoke from the fortress bombardment still clung to the air, turning the scene into a battlefield of fire and shadows.
