The third day at Berdhshire Fortress began like any other—the pre-dawn muster of guards changing shifts, the steady clatter of mess hall preparations, and the rhythmic sound of soldiers maintaining their equipment in the armory courts.
Inside the fortress, the group was given quarters to rest. Morgana informed General Kaider that they were waiting for one more person—and that they had come to aid him in the fight against the dark legions.
And after listening to the clear explanation, Kaider understood the Mother Supreme's intention perfectly. So did Morgana; that was the reason she didn't oppose coming here, but her only worry was that the Empress wouldn't leave this matter easily.
The Chosen Ones—the title had become a tired cliché. Once revered, it now carried little weight. People of all races had grown weary of waiting for prophesied saviors who never seemed to arrive in time. The prophecies themselves had lost their meaning in the face of relentless destruction.
