"We know the drill, Sol," Thauren said, his jaw tightening with a fierce, absolute focus. The massive Lion Commander raised his heavy blade in a sharp salute, the golden scales on his shoulders gleaming under the harsh sunlight.
"We'll be sitting in the rocks like sleeping lizards. Not a single breath will leave our lines until you open the gate."
Sol gave a single, firm nod.
"Then move into the stone," he commanded flatly, his voice carrying the quiet weight of absolute authority.
Veylara and Thauren didn't waste another second.
The two powerhouses immediately split from the center of the formation, each waving their respective elite squads toward the low crevices and hidden ledges at the base of the towering cliffs.
The battle-hardened Veynar veterans moved swiftly like ghosts.
Their bodies glided up the narrow slate trails with practiced, high-speed agility... years of jungle warfare making every step silent and precise.
