Auralan Wardens fight in the phalanx Hysh perfected after the Spirefall taught its people the price of disorder. Behind an interlocking hedge of sunmetal pikes they hold ground the way a theorem holds truth — patiently, precisely, and without the possibility of argument. When their chanted mantras charge the formation, every pike-tip flares white, and a charge that strikes the Wardens' line breaks itself upon burning geometry.
Every Warden is a citizen first: a lens-grinder, a mason, an archivist, serving in the Auralan hosts because enlightenment carries duties as well as gifts. They do not love war; they perform it correctly, as they perform everything, because the alternative was demonstrated once and the land still bears the scars. Their banners carry meditations in light older than some realms, and when Wardens die, they die in formation.
Order of battle
