The sun gleamed through a thick layer of dark gray rain clouds, casting a shadowed glow over the Tenebryan camp. The chill of the approaching winter seeped through the air, biting at the exposed skin of the soldiers preparing for the mission. Arden stood in the middle of the camp, his sharp eyes scanning the working soldiers. He was dressed in his dark leather armor, every piece meticulously placed to maximize both protection and mobility. Beside him, Lyra and Sarvin, two of his most trusted Adders, adjusted their gear in silence.
The rest of the team gathered nearby: Finnian, a slender male human with knowledge of dwarven tunnels, and Elara, the young healer with a determined glint in her eyes. The Blackthorn brothers, renowned for their resourcefulness and intelligence-gathering skills, stood a little apart, exchanging quiet words. Each member was handpicked for this mission, their skills vital for the success of the rescue operation.