"Forward! March!" Apollo's command tore through the chamber like a battle cry, and the disciplined machine of Aethelgard began to grind into motion.
The formations shifted with terrifying synchronization. Apollo himself plunged through the shimmering veil of the gateway first, his cape swirling behind him as he led the primary assault force into the unknown.
Valentina followed with the cold precision of a predator, her division positioning themselves to secure the retreat corridor, a necessary precaution that she treated as a tactical inevitability.
At the rear, Morwenna's elite Nightwing soldiers fell into formation like shadows coalescing, their dark armor swallowing what little light remained.
