Anya raised her hand, silencing them with a resolute glare. "Prepare yourselves. We march at dawn. For Fjorland—and for peace!"
The chamber erupted in a chorus of determined voices, the warriors scattering to make their final preparations. Anya stood at the head of the room, her heart steeled for the storm ahead.
Alex stood silently in the corner, watching the Valkyrie forces disperse to prepare for their missions. His expression was calm, but his eyes betrayed a storm of emotions as he leaned against the cold stone wall. The muffled cheers and the clattering of armor faded into the background, overtaken by his thoughts.
This is my second time going to war... he mused bitterly, running a hand through his hair. I hope I don't get another dose of PTSD. I've seen enough people die... too many faces I'll never forget.
