Because being battle ready wasn’t about having a plan. It was about showing up when the plan failed.
He’d trained for bleeding, fire, panic. Not this. But battle ready wasn’t about knowing the enemy. It was about acting anyway. ben battle ready
Ben looked at the axe, then at the empty air. “I didn’t.” Because being battle ready wasn’t about having a plan
The thing in the square wasn’t a ship. It was a crack—a vertical tear in the air, humming low and wrong. From it spilled not aliens, but silence. A creeping quiet that swallowed car alarms and screams. Ben saw a woman frozen mid-stride, eyes moving but body locked. Others slumped against walls, awake but paralyzed. Not this
Someone tapped his shoulder. The woman he’d seen frozen. “How did you know that would work?”