Kyle's Lushan uniform of silver and gold seemed to shine unnaturally bright in the pale dawn, his posture rigid, his fists coiled at his sides. His expression was hard, his princely features set in unyielding lines.
Selene's robes of silken azure carried an aura of calm, the faint sheen of her silver hair catching the growing light. She stood with the elegance of one accustomed to stillness, her eyes fixed on the gate yet unreadable.
Rylen's uniform of crimson and black draped like a predator's cloak around him. His stance was loose, almost casual, but the faint smirk playing on his lips revealed anticipation rather than calm.
Dan's silver attire seemed almost too small for his broad-shouldered figure, fists flexing in cycles as if eager to strike against something solid. His jaw was tight, but his eyes carried determination more than fear.
