The first light of dawn stretched across the rocky terrain, pale and hesitant, casting long shadows over the jagged stones. The air carried a tension so thick it was nearly tangible—each exhale from the soldiers rose like mist, fading into silence before the next breath came.
Then came the sound that broke the stillness: the low growl of tigers.
From among the ranks, a small formation of knights began to move out. They were the pride of Virencia—steel-clad, disciplined, and bound by oath to protect the realm above all else. Their tigers, massive beasts of muscle and grace, padded forward with uncanny quietness for creatures their size. The rhythmic thud of their paws against the hard earth was like a war drum muffled beneath the wind.
This was the scouting unit—the eyes and ears of the vanguard.
Commander Alec raised a hand from the rear line, his expression grave.
"Remember, you are not to engage. Observe and return. We move on your signal."
