At the borders of Haven Point, the air was thick with urgency. The defensive lines were bustling with royal guards moving in disciplined chaos—officers barking orders, soldiers sharpening weapons, blacksmiths hammering last-minute reinforcements onto armor, and squires running supplies between units. Fires crackled in makeshift forges, illuminating the determined faces of men and women readying themselves for the inevitable clash against the approaching army from Blazzarene.
A few kilometers away, within a large, makeshift war tent, the tension was palpable. Inside, the captains of the royal guard and war advisors huddled around a large wooden table, where a detailed war map sprawled, marked with various tokens representing their forces and strategic positions. At the head of the table stood Commander Bruno, his sharp eyes studying the map, his fingers drumming against the hilt of his sword.
