*Rhys*
I was perched over the tactical console, my heart hammering against my chest as if it knew what my mind refused to accept. "Launch the drones," I commanded. My voice was a low growl of authority that belied my inner turmoil. The tech operator nodded, fingers dancing across the interface with practiced ease.
As the surveillance feeds blinked to life on the screens, a cold dread settled in my stomach. The valley was swarming with military chaos. Thermal imaging painted a stark picture with the glowing outlines of helicopters and troops moving with lethal purpose.
"By the moon's grace," I muttered, fists clenching at the sight. My breaths came out in short, sharp puffs, misting in the cool air of the command center. This was no training exercise. This was an assault. It was an unpro
