Breach

Inside Siterion, the mood was more dampened than yesterday. There was still grim determination in them, but now it was mixed with new anxiety and more exhaustion.

They had survived another day, but at what cost?

The city was huffing like a wounded beast.

Aedric approached Arin. With an unusual pale face, he reported the dwindling supplies and the rising number of wounded.

Even Ragna seemed to be strained. Her usual boisterous energy was dimmed by fatigue. But still whenever she was looking at Arin, there was a bold, assuring smile.

Arin, however, looked out at the setting sun, a faint smile touching his lips. The city was on the edge. The Paladins were confident but also weary and frustrated. The pieces were falling into place. The stage was almost perfectly set.

Both Aedric and Ragna looked at Arin, who was grinning subconsciously.

They found it odd, but they, by that point, had blind faith in Arin.