Judgment of The Radiant Order

The storm was slow to come, creeping across the horizon like a shadow stretching its fingers toward the crumbling fortress. The sky, once a deep blue, had turned a murky gray, thick with the weight of an impending tempest. The first drops of rain sizzled against the scorched earth, hissing as they met the remnants of past destruction. The wind howled through the fractured stone walls of what had once been the proud bastion of the Radiant Order. Now, it was little more than a husk, hollowed out by betrayal and rot.

Boots crunched against the dirt and blood-streaked ground, a slow, deliberate march that sent a suffocating wave of tension through the gathered soldiers. They had seen war. They had seen death. But this was something else.

This was judgment.