Two days later, the mood in Delta Outpost had shifted entirely. What had been a tense post-reclamation phase turned into the frantic hum of war preparations. Orders came directly from the Authority—reinforcements would arrive within the week, and all stationed forces were to prepare for the next strike deeper into corrupted territory.
The central plaza became the heart of controlled chaos. Blacksmiths and enchanters worked in shifts, repairing gear and reinforcing armor with hastily prepared mana inscriptions. Messengers darted between command tents with sealed orders. The air smelled of oil, iron, and the faint sharpness of mana crystals being primed for deployment.
