Magnus sat at the center of New Dawn's inner hall. The morning light could be seen pouring through the crystalline dome above, illuminating the bustle around him. His advisors moved with precision, shifting documents, projection screens, rune-slates, and holographic maps into place as they presented their respective reports.
Fifty veterans were already prepared. Each one of them was akin to a polished blade that had been sharpened by years of combat, hefty investments, and ruthless expectation.
They stood on the far platform in full gear, organized by squad and sub-specialization, ready to unleash absolute devastation the moment the competition began.
