The command spire loomed over the military complex like a colossal monument born from the chaos of battle, a sleek, obsidian needle reaching skyward, its surface shimmering with the faint pulse of energy shielding.
At its base, a battalion of soldiers stood at attention, their matte-black armor absorbing sunlight as if it were nothing but a shadow.
Stepping forward was the commander of this formidable fortress: General Markus Vaul. He was an imposing figure, his face weathered like ancient stone and his cybernetic left arm humming with barely contained power.
"Welcome to Iron Haven, gentlemen," he rumbled, his voice deep and resonant, vibrating in your chest.
"I am General Markus Vaul, commanding officer of this facility."
Dravik's eyes darted between Vaul and Arthur. "You built all this… in just a month?" he asked incredulously.
Vaul didn't respond; instead, he pivoted sharply and marched toward the spire's entrance. "Follow me."
