The cold wind blew across the courtyard of the Vossmer estate. Soldiers hurried back and forth, their movements sharp and focused.
Kaelrin tightened the straps on his armor, his sharp silver eyes scanning the preparations.
Nearby, Kaelmar stood with his arms crossed, adjusting his glasses. He was watching everything, analyzing every small detail with calm focus.
A few steps away, Kaelissa leaned against a stone pillar, her silver gaze cold as ever. Her relaxed posture was a lie—her mind was sharp, missing nothing.
Kaelrin sighed and looked at Kaelmar. "The squad's almost ready," he said, his tone light but impatient. "Only the best soldiers, right? No weaklings this time."
Kaelmar nodded slightly. "That's the plan," he said. "We need warrios we can trust. Frozen Peak isn't a joke." His eyes flicked toward Kaelissa. "And if this is sabotage, we'll need more than strength. We'll need strategy."