Dorgan
I walk the barrier line we set up in anticipation of this attack, eyes sharp, mind focused. The air is heavy with anticipation—quiet, but not calm. Dael flanks me, as always—calm, sharp-eyed, and utterly dependable. He checks in on the warriors, his voice low and steady, but I know he's here for more than logistics. He stands beside me not only as a captain, but as my shield. His presence grounds me. With him are Myan, Kuma, and Omari—my captains for today.
We've pulled reinforcements from Reserve Two and Three—fresh bodies, skilled fighters. They'll bolster our numbers. But my warriors hold the front line. They are our first wall of defense. The first to bleed. The ones who will take the brunt of the storm when it breaks. They move purposefully. They check their weapons, tighten
