The old Emberguard didn’t just vanish—they were consumed. Their armor shattered and scattered across the battlefield. The creatures nesting near the trench wear pieces of them like trophies. Tear those relics from their scorched hides. The final fight will require more than steel—it needs legacy.
This… this was Captain Shura’s breastplate. The sigil’s still etched into the scorched plate. She’d be proud it’s being used again.