The tolling of the warning bells had roused the city into a frenzy, with citizens scurrying to the safety of their homes while soldiers scrambled to the outer walls. King Soris strode through the palace courtyard, his armor clinking with each determined step. The weight of his enchanted sword at his side was a grim reminder of battles long past, and now, it seemed, another loomed.
"Captain!" Soris barked, his voice cutting through the clamour. The new captain of Order One, a brave man named Oliver, hurried to his side, still pale from his earlier report.
"Yes, Your Majesty?" Oliver asked, his voice trembling slightly.
"Assemble the First and Second Orders at the old gate," Soris commanded. "No delays. And send word to Commander Lira—she's to lead the archers on the western ramparts. We'll hold the line there."
