War XI

The teleportation array deposited the team on the outskirts of a dense, fog-shrouded forest. The air was heavy with an unnatural chill, and the faint echoes of Abyssal whispers seemed to slither through the trees. The forest marked the edge of their first target—a forward operating base that served as a key supply point for Abyssal forces in the region.

Aiden unsheathed his sword, its faint golden glow cutting through the murky darkness. "Everyone ready?" he asked, his voice low but commanding.

Rick scanned the perimeter, his tactical visor glowing faintly. "Perimeter clear for now, but we're deep in Abyssal territory. We need to move fast."

Dren cracked his knuckles, the sound echoing ominously. "The faster, the better. This place feels... wrong."

Myne stepped forward, her shadowmancy already seeping into the surroundings. Tendrils of darkness coiled around her, blending her form into the shadows. "I'll scout ahead. Stay sharp."