The towering gates of Perm's stronghold opened slowly, revealing a bustling city within. Soldiers patrolled the walls and streets, their movements precise and disciplined. Refugees and workers bustled about, unloading supplies, repairing equipment, and tending to the injured. For the survivors of Eldoria, it was an overwhelming sight—a fortress of order and safety after weeks of chaos.
The convoy came to a halt in the central square, the vehicles rumbling to a stop one by one. Vincent jumped down from his truck and immediately started directing his men. "Marcus, get your team to secure the perimeter. I don't want any loose ends."
"On it," Marcus replied, signaling his unit to spread out.
Elinalese stepped down carefully, her eyes scanning the scene. She took a deep breath, visibly relieved to be somewhere secure. Behind her, survivors began to emerge from the trucks, their expressions ranging from awe to exhaustion.
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