The night before our planned march on Damian's forces, a tense anticipation hangs over the village of Ironwood. Warriors are sharpening blades and checking supplies one final time, while others seek solitude to center themselves for the brutality to come.
I find myself wandering the dimly lit streets, my mind racing with the gravity of what tomorrow will bring. So lost in thought am I that I don't notice Ryder approaching until he lays a hand on my shoulder.
"You're not resting," he says, eyeing me with evident concern. "Big day ahead, Rosetta. You'll need your wits about you."
I sigh, grimacing faintly. "Just...going over everything in my head one last time. Making sure I haven't overlooked any details about Damian's tactics that could mean life or death for us all."
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