The right flank was under Orlando's command. When the battle at the front began, they were still positioned far from the main clash, separated by distance and terrain. All they had were the sounds—war cries rolling through the air, explosions shaking the ground, metal crashing against metal.
It was enough to make anyone uneasy.
But fear didn't take root.
Everyone there had already seen plenty of fighting since the war began. No one was green anymore. The noise didn't break morale—it hardened it.
Cassian stood among them, steady. He'd been in more than a few battles himself, and even after killing someone he once called a friend, the fire inside him hadn't dimmed. If anything, it burned hotter. His Domain stirred around him, a low pressure of killing intent that bled into the air.
Normally, Shera would've snapped at him to rein it in.
Not today.
