Shadow Operatives Vs The Ashuras

As the Shadow Operatives moved closer to the epicenter of the battlefield, the oppressive energy thickened around them, pressing against their bodies like an invisible weight. Victoria Shade, leading the group, showed no outward sign of discomfort. Her movements were as precise as ever—each step calculated, her posture unyielding, her face a mask of detached confidence. The faint shimmer of her armor caught the fractured light filtering through the smoky air, giving her an almost spectral presence.

Behind her, Marcus Steele trudged forward with a swaggering gait, his broad shoulders cutting a path through the charged atmosphere. His smirk lingered, but there was a sharper glint in his green eyes now, betraying a sense of anticipation that bordered on hunger. His fists clenched and unclenched rhythmically, the sound of his knuckles cracking carrying a deliberate weight, as though he were announcing his presence to the chaos ahead.