The sound of armor being fitted and weapons sharpened echoed through the courtyard of Blackmere. Damien stood at the center, his steel-gray eyes scanning the preparations for the expedition to the borderlands. Soldiers moved with purpose, their faces set with determination. They knew this wasn't just another skirmish—this was a chance to take the fight to their enemies and send a clear message: the kingdom would not bow.
Carys approached, her green eyes sharp as she handed Damien a detailed map of the border region. "The scouts have identified three key locations where the mercenaries are staging their operations. Supply depots, camps, and a small fort just over the border."
Damien studied the map, his jaw tightening. "If we hit these targets quickly and efficiently, we can cripple their ability to operate. We'll divide into three groups—one for each location."
"And who's leading these groups?" Carys asked.