The golden morning sun rose over the mist-covered peaks of the outer valley as a three-mile line of weary refugees gathered peacefully before the fortified West Gate of the First Citadel.
"Look at the immense length of this line stretching across the outer valley," Kendra remarked, adjusting her golden breastplate as she looked out from the watchtower battlement.
"Our biometric intake scanners estimate over ten thousand new arrivals assembled along the paved valley road since dawn," Jax reported, checking the queue counters on his tactical terminal.
"Every single one of them walked through disputed borderlands and monster-infested forests to seek asylum under our banner," Diana noted, her scouting visor tracking the distant perimeter.
"We will screen every single individual thoroughly to ensure no corporate saboteurs or syndicate infiltrators slip into the civilian wards," Nox instructed, walking down the stone ramp toward the inspection pavilions.
