Before the sunlight could rise, the Grimknights were already awake, each one quietly preparing their gear. The chamber buzzed with the silent tension of warriors readying for battle. Leather armor was buckled, blades were sharpened for the last time, and old wounds were rewrapped with clean cloth.
Wulf stood near the chamber entrance, arms crossed, watching each of his comrades with a leader's gaze. "Remember your roles," he said in a steady voice that cut through the morning stillness. "This battle may determine the fate of Metreon Star City. Hold your ground, do your part, and we might just live to see the sun set."
The others gave nods of understanding, determination flickering in their eyes. They weren't just fighting a war—they were fighting for survival.
Just then, Mahikan arrived, the soft padding of his boots echoing through the hall. On his shoulder rested Nyx, his ever-loyal limeur pet, whose eyes glimmered with alert curiosity.
