Grace turned to face the warriors gathered behind her. They all stood ready, dressed in a mix of armor types - some tech-based, some spirit-enhanced, others layered with beast-hide from previous victories. The warriors of Starfall stood in a special line, clearly distinguishable by their midnight blue adaptive gears.
"We go in three waves," Grace finally said, her voice strong, cutting through the uncertainty like a blade. "Wave One will include the fast movers—Namis and Arkhen's scouts, along with ten of our best spirit elementals from Zehria. You'll flush out the outer lines of infected and isolate their fast units."
"Wave Two," she continued, "will come in from the right valley slope—Maria, Ryan, and the shielded units from Vaelgard. You'll take the brunt of the infected swarm and hold formation. Davian and I will move with Wave Three—along with the heavy-hitters. Our job is to break into the core of the nest and engage the Class 9s and Class 10."
