The morning sun rose steadily, casting a warm glow over the courtyard as Roland fastened the last piece of his battlesuit.
The black-and-silver armor shimmered under the light, its design sleek yet sturdy, designed for both mobility and power. His wives stood nearby, watching with evident concern. Janet crossed her arms, frowning deeply, while Priya bit her lip in silence. Jess tried to keep a brave face but failed.
Seeing Roland gear up wasn't unusual. But the fact that he was riding out with Lana who had arrived nearly dead from a battle days ago sent unease through them all.
She was already strong yet she was injured to this state so they were afraid of Roland getting hurt.
"You're really going with her?" Janet asked, unable to hide her worry.
"She's the only one who can lead me to the place," Roland said calmly, strapping his gauntlet. "And we're only going to investigate, not to fight head-on. I'll return by nightfall."
