As the day of the trial approached, Milo felt a heady mixture of nervousness and excitement coursing through his veins.
He knew that overcoming this level would bring him one step closer to his goal of providing a comfortable life for his family.
But trouble was brewing on the horizon...
The first signs of unrest came in hushed whispers and worried glances exchanged between senior officers. Milo noticed an increase in patrols along the wall, and training sessions became more intense, focusing on combat scenarios against Locus.
Milo caught fragments of conversation about a dissident group.
"Who's Cassandra?" he asked Nessa as they hurried to their assigned positions, their summons scampering alongside them.
She shook her head, her usually cheerful face now somber. "I don't know, but whatever's happening, it's bad." Her frog croaked softly, as if in agreement.