After long hours of waiting, the Rushers finally arrived at the gates of the Vulkans. At their head still stood Lady Elnor and Zarod of the Dunes, though the latter remained slightly behind for the moment.
Rubayd and Zulfar had not moved from their positions. They had remained perfectly still, their blades planted deep into the dry soil of Varang, their gazes fixed forward, resolute and ready for battle. At their sides stood Zofyan and several of his guards, equally prepared to fight.
Every turret along the walls was manned, each shooter in position, ready to open fire despite the frantic pounding of their hearts.
Leyla observed everything from atop the wall. Though she had armed herself and prepared for combat, she remained the designated tactical leader and therefore could not afford to place herself on the front line.
From her elevated position, she noticed several things that did not sit right among the Rushers.
