The tension in the camp is getting thick. We’re sitting here staring at these massive stone walls and floating towers, just waiting for someone to make a move. The Commander is stressed about being spotted, and frankly, I don't blame him. One wrong calculation with the mortars or a tank cannon shell and we aren't just fighting an enemy—we're destroying a civilization. It's a heavy responsibility when you're just trying to figure out where in the world you actually are.