(Kael)
A week has passed since Aria's vision and the council meeting. Seven days of increased patrols, doubled guards, and warriors watching every supply route like their lives depend on it.
Because they might.
I stand at the eastern border with Cassian, watching our warriors change shifts. They're tired. Running patrols at this intensity isn't sustainable long term, but we don't have a choice.
"Any reports?" I ask.
"Nothing. All supply wagons reached their destinations safely. No rogue activity, no unusual movements. It's been quiet."
Too quiet. Just like before Aria's vision.
"And the warriors? How are they handling the increased workload?"
"They're managing. But some are starting to question whether the threat is real. Seven days with no attacks makes people doubt."
I know what
