Ground Held

Starlight shifted. Sensation entered my armor, heavy and resolute. I did not move rashly. First, I tightened my grip on the green staff in my right hand, feeling the solid resistance of the ground beneath its tip. Beside me stood three silent figures, motionless against the backdrop of distant rings and constellations. I adjusted my posture by a mere fraction of an inch, planting both boots firmly into the red soil to secure the flank. The formation remains unbroken. I will hold this line.