Apparently, we had to leave a lot earlier than any of us were prepared for.
Skirmishes on Iron Height were growing more frequent by the hour, and the situation was deteriorating fast.
If the rumors were to be believed, a full-scale war was about to break out very soon. My brother immediately needed the full backing of our army.
Because of that, our departure, which was originally scheduled for tomorrow morning, had now been bumped up.
We were leaving tonight. Right now, in fact.
I had changed into my Academy-issued combat uniform consisting of a sleeveless vest, combat trousers with far too many utility pockets, and sturdy leather boots. All black.
Hey, don't look at me like that.
I wanted to wear something flashier. I really did. If you're going to war, you might as well go in style, right?
But technically, this was still an official Academy mission. So, as much as it pains me to admit it, I had to follow "protocol."
