Chapter 391. The Quarry Is Clear

The scout burst into the yard mid-drill and almost collided with the practice rail. He managed one sentence before sucking in a lungful of air.

“They’re moving at the quarry. The south wagons and whole cohorts are pushing out now.”

The yard fell quiet as his words rippled through the ranks.

Ann’s voice carried over the slowly rising chatter on the training ground.

“Everyone move!”

The drills they had practiced for days now became their new formation. Wolves fell into rank effortlessly, as though it had been burned into their muscle memory. Lycans took the flanks, and magick users slid into place, already marking charms onto their palms.

Adam stepped forward, setting fighters where they needed to be.

“You, hold the yard wall. Runners, three pairs south. Vanguard stays with me. Vent climbers, I only want lean fighters on that rope. Medics, open your kits and be ready to carry.”

He glanced at the terrace and saw Ann already had her comms