Liam left the command tent and found his assigned quarters—modest tent that was larger than common soldiers' but not ostentatiously so.
Inside, simple bedroll and basic equipment. Nothing that suggested supreme military commander deserved special comfort.
He lay down, expecting his mind to race with tactical concerns and strategic calculations.
Instead, exhaustion claimed him immediately.
And for first time in weeks, he slept without dreams.
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Liam found peace in the embrace of unconscious, of simply resting without the constant responsibility of surviving.
However, he knew more than most - peace did not last.
The second day began with screaming.
Liam was already awake when the alarm spread through Legion One's encampment—years of combat instinct had made him a light sleeper even before demon physiology made sleep optional.
He was armed and moving before his conscious mind fully processed what the noise meant.
