Chapter 98
- Dorian’s pov.
- The moment I returned, I wasted no time.
- "We prepare for an ambush," I told the commanders. "They’re coming tonight. Hundreds. Maybe more. We strike first—hit hard, burn brighter. I want teams stationed along the southern ridge and perimeter scouts rotating every fifteen minutes. Set traps, reinforce the barriers, and spread the word: this is not a drill."