For days, Delta Outpost was a hive of activity. Word had spread quickly—reinforcements from the capital were on their way. The soldiers already stationed there kept up a relentless pace of training. Blades were sharpened until they gleamed like silver light. Armor was polished, straps checked, and supply wagons unloaded in the yard.
The air felt heavy with expectation. Every clang of steel, every barked order, carried the weight of what was coming. There was no mistaking the atmosphere—war was no longer a rumor, it was a certainty.
When the reinforcements finally arrived, the Authority wasted no time. The order was given almost as soon as the newcomers dismounted the military buses and unloaded their gear. The attack would begin immediately. The urgency was not born of confidence, but of pressure.
