Turai, Gareth, and the other participants stood silently before Director Ashline and the six elite warriors stationed behind him.
Their faces, hardened by the night's events, were resolute, awaiting the final orders that would decide the night's course. The moment hung heavy, the ground beneath them scorched and scarred from previous battles, a stark reminder of what lay ahead.
Ashline took a slow, deliberate step forward, his piercing gaze sweeping across the gathered fighters. "Tonight, we take the fight back to the imperial city of Hazorh," he announced, his voice carrying a gravity that sharpened every eye and ear in his direction.
"Lehzin's forces have infiltrated Hazorh, lying in wait to strike under the cover of midnight. However, they remain unaware—blissfully ignorant, in fact—that their Emperor has already fallen, and that our attack has started."