The moonlight bathed the palace in a silver glow as Queen Lyra sat high upon her throne, still radiant in her coronation regalia. The grand hall had mostly emptied, save for the Grimknights and a few high-ranking officials. The atmosphere was now more formal, intimate, and charged with new alliances waiting to be forged.
"Commander Qin," Queen Lyra began, her voice calm yet imbued with authority, "I entrust to you the full support of our new allies. They are not just passing mercenaries—they are seekers of justice, and their cause echoes with the pulse of our own struggles. Grant them everything they need—for their quests, and their cause."
Qin Yi-Soo lowered her gaze respectfully, stepping forward with precision and resolve. One hand crossed over her chest, her voice unwavering. "It will be done, my Queen. They shall have our armory's access, safe passage through our roads, and all intelligence we possess on their targets."
