The Red Chains were marshaling their forces for war.
What remained of the mercenary company gathered deep within the cavern system, a place chosen not for comfort, but for defensibility.
Some were still being called back from their search missions.
But the majority of the forces were already there, save for a few scouting squads.
The echoes of preparation filled the camp. Armor being strapped tight, shields tested against the ground, bowstrings pulled and loosened, mana crystals checked and slotted into worn staves. They would not underestimate their foe.
They had already lost too much, as three of their squads were gone.
