The Outpost was about to enter a moment of rest as people slept, but with Nikolai's sudden orders, it woke up once again.
Rain lashed the reinforced walls and ran in silver sheets down the watchtowers, while floodlights swept the outer grounds with sharp white beams.
The eastern wall, once just another section of the perimeter, had become the beating heart of the entire fortress. Men ran along its inner platforms carrying crates of ammunition, resin canisters, steel braces and extra lanterns.
Fenrir warriors stood in staggered lines behind the first gate, while riflemen waited above the narrow inner lanes that Selene had ordered prepared.
Everyone felt tense, and waiting just made things worse.
'This should be okay for now...'
Nikolai stood at the centre of the changes.
