Trials of Leadership
The air was so tense that a knife could cut through it. As Kieran communicated commands to the warriors positioned at the boundaries, Elara sat in the command room, drumming her fingers on the table.
He firmly stated, "We need tighter patrol rotations," as he looked around the assembled group. "We cannot afford to make any more mistakes after the attack last night."
Elara interrupted in a cool but firm voice, "I agree." However, the rogues are becoming more daring. We need answers before it's too late because we're missing something.
Her thoughts were interrupted by a loud crash. With dread on their faces, two guards staggered in as the door flew open.
One of them exclaimed, "The prisoner is gone!"
Like a death knell, the words hung in the air. Elara's heart thum
