Sia stood in front of the troops, her arms crossed, the wind brushing her coat lightly.
Sia – "Listen, mages. You all know what to do. In just a few hours, this gate will open… and we'll move according to plan."
Her voice was calm, but firm. All mages nodded in silence — their faces steady, eyes forward.
Kaen stood silently at the edge of the crowd, hiding under his gray cloak. His heart was beating hard, but his eyes held no fear. Kaen – (in his mind) "That's my chance…"
Sia pulled out the white spell scroll — a faint aura of smoke circling it. She raised it high for the unit to see.
Sia – "When I break this spell… the gate will open. We charge — silently, but fast. No mistakes."
Tension rose. Boots shifted. Fingers gripped weapons.
Veon took one step forward. His eyes closed slowly as he lifted his hand. A soft blue orb — the Perspective Sphere — began to rotate around him, spinning slowly, humming low.
