The dawn broke gently over Govean, casting long shadows over the modest village huts and stretching its light across the barren southern road. Luke and Ilyrana made their way toward the main camp where Commander Valerie had stationed her troops. The familiar clang of armour and the steady rhythm of training drills filled the air, adding to the sense of urgency simmering just beneath the surface.
Luke's thoughts swirled with anticipation and uncertainty. This plan of his—it was dangerous. More than dangerous, even. But if there was any chance of uncovering the whereabouts of the Associations of Schadenfreude, they couldn't just sit idly by. Ilyrana walked beside him, her steps confident, her expression as composed as ever. It was always reassuring to have her around.
