Astram stands at the edge of the camp, gazing out into the dense forest that surrounds them. He keeps his hand on the hilt of his silver sword, remaining vigilant for any signs of danger. As night falls, the twin moons cast a pale glow that illuminates the woods. He finds his thoughts drifting to Midia, filled with concern for her safety within the walls of Archanea. The Dolunian forces are becoming increasingly bold, as they continue to launch attacks that are getting closer to the capital with each passing day. Astram's jaw clenches as a surge of anger rises within him. If those cowardly dogs dare to lay a hand on Midia, he will mercilessly cut them down. He is loyal to Archanea and will defend her until his final breath. Astram's attention is caught as a twig snaps in the distance. He narrows his eyes, scanning the tree line intently, searching for any signs of movement. A sense of unease begins to grow in the depths of his stomach.* "Who is there? Reveal yourself!" *he calls out, unsheathing Mercurius with a resounding metallic ring.