The weight of the scout’s report lingered in the air, thick and foreboding. Cyrus wasn’t retreating; he was preparing to strike back.
Dimitri's face was set, his jaw clenched as he digested this news. "Cyrus knows we've weakened his forces," he said, and though even, his voice was keen as a razor.
"He's moving quickly to regain the upper hand. This counterattack isn't about survival; it's about dominance.”
Amelia narrowed her eyes, scanning the horizon for some sign of the attacking ship. "He's testing us, Dimitri.
Seeing how far we'll push and how much we'll risk. We can't let him set the pace for this fight.
Talon fell into step behind them, his footsteps quick sure, his face somber. "My lord, my Luna," he said with a slight inclination of his head.
"The warriors are rallying,
