Iron Dome Doesn't need to be Conquered.

The wind howled through the desolate plains as Jack and Katrina rode toward the Iron Dome. The ground beneath their horses trembled, the distant echoes of war rumbling through the land. Even before they arrived, the signs of battle were evident—smoke rising into the night sky, the faint clash of steel against steel, and the guttural cries of monstrous beings clashing against the walls.

Jack tightened his grip on the reins, his gaze sharp as he scanned the battlefield ahead. The fortress still stood, but just barely. The weakest wall, a once-reinforced section at the southern edge, was on the verge of collapse. Dark figures swarmed like a tide, their monstrous forms battering the structure relentlessly.

Katrina turned to Jack, her expression unreadable beneath her helmet. "I'll take the men in. We'll reinforce the defenses before they breach the wall. You stay back—make it seem like we have an entire army waiting in the shadows."