The assault on the castle was already underway.
Valttair du Morgain and Elenara au Sylvanel advanced side by side, moving at the center of the formation. Their presence alone shaped the pace of those around them, a silent acknowledgment that this was not yet the moment to unleash what they carried.
Behind them followed the key figures of the allied force.
Thaleon au Rosenthal moved with measured steps,
the calm authority of a summoner who had led men through battle before. Around him advanced the heirs of the allied families, each holding their position with discipline, aware of their role and of who stood ahead of them.
Lysandra remained close to her father, blade already drawn, her posture relaxed but ready. She did not look back.
