The night sky was cloudless, the full moon hanging at its zenith.
A silvery brilliance carpeted the surface of the sea. Gray Bay was calm, the winds still. The usual sound of waves crashing against the reefs had vanished, leaving only the faint murmur of the current.
Minas Tirith, Fifth Level.
Velin rested his elbows on the stone railing, the sea breeze stirring his black hair.
He looked at the round moon, sensing a subtle change in the sea, as if some critical point had been breached.
He raised his hand and touched the hive terminal on the back of his neck.
'Final Plan, activate.'
The command, though silent, spread to every commander throughout the fortress via the hive terminals.
Hundreds of meters deep underground, within a waterway secretly excavated over a long period.
Ola walked at the very front, the current submerging his meticulously braided beard.
Behind him was Finley, the foremost Level 5 Knight under Diana of Dawn Territory, holding a longsword.
