Wade was already up the next morning when the camp horns sounded.
He sat on his bedroll, strapping on his pauldrons and boots while Rowan cursed quietly from the other side of the tent.
Around them, the others stirred to life.
The day before, the division had been briefed on their role in the war. Just like the other adventurer divisions, they would serve as the main force of the assault.
They would be supported from behind by the army of Vasaria, who would be in charge of mopping up the monsters that slipped through, not to mention protecting the supplies.
Wade yawned, making his way outside. Instructors were already walking the field, barking orders as the adventurers of Division Seven formed up into training groups.
"Move it, move it!" one instructor shouted.
The morning training wasn't about coordination. Something adventurers were already versed in. But this one was on a higher level than the one done within their parties.
