In the midst of the bustling preparations enveloping Grey Castle, Arkan stood firmly before the ranks of elite troops poised to be dispatched to the conflict zone. The midday breeze drifted gently, carrying the metallic scent of freshly sharpened weapons and the rhythmic sounds of soldiers inspecting their gear. Among the crowd, Kael stood calmly, his sharp eyes observing the situation without uttering a word.
After delivering a brief yet impactful speech—emphasizing honor, caution, and the hope of returning as a united force—Arkan descended from the podium. His steps led him toward a figure waiting slightly apart from the others. Rainer, with shoulder-length blond hair and bright blue eyes reflecting determination, stood silently, as if already aware that his time had come.
