Outskirt Of Kandor
The war tent smelled of oiled leather and cold iron. General Vex stood at the center, her armor dark as dried blood, her grey-streaked hair pulled tight against her scalp. She studied the holographic map of Kandor, the city's modest walls glowing faintly under the projection.
"With his dying breath," she said, her voice carrying no grief, only cold assessment, "Kael sent a confirmation signal back to the Dark Lord. The son of prophecy resides in this city. Not a rumor. Not a distant threat. Here. Now. Under our boots."
She turned to face her assembled officers. "This is no longer a reconnaissance mission. This is not a suppression action. This is sacred duty. The seers spoke of a child who would undo everything our lord has built. That child breathes the air of Kandor at this very moment. Our duty is to ensure he breathes his last before sunrise."
