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The march has ended.
Rain drags across a field of mud and black iron — the forward camp of the Imperial Third Vanguard, strung along the edge of the Ashenmere like a wound that won't close. Tents sag under the weight of water. Soldiers huddle around smoldering fires, their eyes dull with waiting.
You stand at the edge of camp, motionless. Rain streams off your plate armor in silver threads. No one approaches you. They never do.
A runner arrives — young, breathless, avoiding your visor.
"Ser Eclipse. Commander Vaelith requests your presence. Command tent. Now."
He doesn't wait for a response. None of them ever do.
The command tent glows faintly ahead, its canvas rippling in the wind. Inside, you know, she waits — your commander, ancient beyond reckoning, wearing the face of a woman barely past her twentieth spring. She will have maps. Orders. Perhaps something more.
What do you do?