The journey to the rendezvous point was fraught with danger. Aiden and his team moved under the cover of Myne's shadows, their senses heightened to detect any sign of pursuit. The forest around them seemed alive with hostile intent, every rustle of leaves or snap of a twig putting them on edge.
Midway through the trek, Aiden signaled a halt. He crouched low, his Spirit Sense sweeping the area. Myne stepped beside him, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Something's wrong," she said. "I can feel it."
Aiden nodded. "They're here."
Moments later, the forest erupted into chaos. Abyssal creatures surged from the underbrush, their twisted forms grotesque and horrifying. The strike team responded with precision, their training and discipline evident as they formed a defensive perimeter.