Lucian
TWO DAYS TO THE FIGHT
It was time.
We were finally leaving for Neev, two days ahead of the duel, to meet with Alpha Ighor, finalize the logistics, and settle in. Every hour between now and then was precious. Every decision we made could tip the balance.
Mara, Martha, Tiffany, and Keisha insisted on escorting us to the base, where the helicopter waited. Their presence, even just for the sendoff, grounded me. Made it feel real.
Our three hundred troops had arrived in and around Neev. Some kept low, blending into nearby towns, avoiding attention. Others had already positioned themselves near the outskirts of the battlefield, waiting quietly for the day of reckoning. They knew their cue. On the day of the fight, they’d move. Swift. Silent. Deadly.
I was relieved, truly, that Mara
