As the strike force assembled after dawn, with their gear and supply mounts, seven cultivators stood in formation for the send off. With Qatrand opposite their center, the commanding presence of the Yecine heir was unmistakable. Even among the talented group whose members were all older than her by various amounts.
Military officials and a small crowd of early rising civilians had gathered to witness their departure. Commander Huri and Vice-Master Rensha stood at attention near the front. The pair's expressions betrayed nothing of the political maneuvering that had preceded this moment.
The amount of letters each had penned or been penned in a short period made it seem like there was not a whole Voidling invasion going on to worry about, outside of this matter. At least for those already looking ahead to the aftermath. It was almost like an entire concerted effort was trying to set things up a certain way.
