Solarian Military Outpost – Near the Myrta Route
The Solarian soldiers moved with practiced efficiency around the small outpost, their armor gleaming dully under the grey sky. Crates of supplies were stacked in neat rows, and a few tents had been erected near the edge of the clearing. A low fire crackled at the center, casting long shadows across the trampled earth.
One of the soldiers, wiped sweat from his brow as he hefted a heavy crate onto a wagon. His voice carried a note of weary complaint.
"They're saying a demon commander is leading the forward assault. We're supposed to hold this position while they push into the front lines."
Another soldier, younger, with nervous eyes, glanced over his shoulder as if expecting something to leap out of the shadows. His voice was tight, uncertain.
"Isn't that dangerous? I mean—what if the demons break through?"
The veteran let out a dry, humorless laugh, shaking his head as he secured the crate.
