Michael scanned the gathered faces slowly. The early summer sun struck the cold gray stone walls of the fortress, spilling into the courtyard. The oppressive midday heat hung in the air, sharpening the tension that gripped the assembly.
Orlando Fortress, steeped in the blood and history of countless battles, stood as a symbol of war and resilience. Beneath its gray walls, climbing roses bloomed brightly, veiling the scars of past conflicts. But today, even their vibrant beauty couldn't pierce the heavy atmosphere.
This place, once home to heroes who had led armies to victory, now hosted retired warriors radiating formidable energy. As their attention fixed on him, Michael shrugged with deliberate nonchalance, a provocative gesture that sent ripples of unease through the crowd.
