56. 35 Miles

The following day, the sun peeked through the curtains of the meeting room, casting long golden rays across the massive wooden table. Maps, charts, and patrol schedules covered the surface. Gideon, Kane, and Thomas poured over the details, plotting and planning.

Their focus: fortifying the border. With Yorgan's imminent release, they couldn't take any chances.

Kane ran a hand through his grizzled hair, studying the intricate markings on one of the maps. "When are you planning to release him?" he asked, looking up at Gideon.

Gideon hesitated for a moment, his gaze steely. "Soon. Very soon." Kane looked about to press further, but

Gideon's tone left no room for negotiation. "For security reasons, I can't specify the exact time. Just be prepared."

The gravity of the situation was clear, and though they each had their reservations, their trust in Gideon's leadership bound them.

The cloak of night brought with it an eerie stillness, and under its cover, Gideon woke Avla up quietly.