Escorted With A Formation

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The night was heavy with fog, a thick, oppressive mist that crept through the streets of the Dradinite Province like a living entity.

In his dimly lit office, Captain Ironscale stood facing a wall, his hands clasped behind his back.

The shadows cast by the flickering candlelight seemed to dance and writhe, creating an unsettling atmosphere.

Several meters away, the fog began to coalesce, forming a dark, swirling mass.

From within this shifting mist, a figure emerged, cloaked in shadows from head to toe.

The mysterious figure knelt, its presence radiating a chilling coldness.

"Captain Ironscale," the figure intoned, its voice a sinister whisper that seemed to echo from all corners of the room.

"Hazy and her teammates have disappeared into the forest. They were last seen with an old man who lives there. We have lost sight of them."

The Captain's face remained turned towards the wall, his expression hidden.