The sun had barely risen over Blackspire Fortress when Ren emerged from the strategic war room. The previous battle’s fog still clung to the valley, but the air smelled faintly of smoke and iron—a testament to the chaos that had been wrought and survived. Soldiers moved methodically across the fortress grounds, repairing damages, tending to the wounded, and organizing supplies.
Ren walked among them, Frostbane trailing silently at his side, his eyes scanning every action. The System pulsed in his mind, providing updates on troop health, morale, and logistical efficiency.
[System Notification: Troop Status – 87% Ready for Next Engagement] [Casualties – 12% of Forces] [Reinforcement Requirements – Supplies, Magic Wards, Elite Units]
Kaela approached from the edge of the training grounds,
