Order

Emery's summons brought him not to the Magus Alliance command center, but to the Northern watchtower—an ominous structure overlooking the most vulnerable part of the citadel's defenses. Here, he was to meet one of the high-ranking grand magus responsible for directing the city's defense operations.

From the moment Emery entered the watchtower's dimly lit corridors, he couldn't help but suspect that something unpleasant was about to unfold.

Major Zoller sat at a heavy wooden desk cluttered with reports, his posture exuded authority. His sharp blue eyes were fixed on Emery as he entered, and the air between them instantly thickened.

"Lieutenant Emery... Are you going somewhere? Don't you know the city needs every available hand to defend its walls?"