Dawn broke over the Ayzion peaks, painting the sky with soft hues of gold and rose as pale light sliced through the lingering mist.
The camp stirred to life, restless before the sun had fully risen.
Sleep had eluded everyone; men had closed their eyes, but the memories of battle still echoed in their minds, jolting them awake at every rustle of leaves or snap of a twig.
As the sun began its ascent between drifting clouds, soldiers were already suited up and ready for action.
Fresh armor glinted dully in the morning light, new plating snapping into place with sharp mechanical sounds that filled the air.
Rifles, shotguns, and heavier ordnance were meticulously checked and loaded, slung across shoulders like extensions of themselves.
The atmosphere buzzed with the metallic clinks of gear being adjusted and boots crunching on gravel.
Meanwhile, the archaeologists prepared quietly.
