The battlefield was quiet, almost too quiet. But the silence was deceptive, the kind that came not from peace, but from the lull before a storm.
It was now their turn.
Despite their earlier victories, the reality was harsh and unforgiving. Their strongest fighters had fallen in previous skirmishes, leaving the group weakened, their numbers thinned, and their morale fragile.
Jon knew that simply throwing them into combat again would be a mistake. These weren't seasoned warriors, they were evolvers still grappling with their newfound powers, and if left to face the monsters alone, panic would claim them before any enemy did.
So, he stepped forward.
