The Real Battle Begins

Lara had just finished her breakfast inside the infirmary when the indescribable, otherworldly sounds she'd heard earlier that morning drifted into the tent once more. The strange cacophony tugged at her curiosity, pulling her to her feet.

She stepped outside, the morning sun casting long shadows over the camp. Spotting Angus and Aramis nearby, she approached them.

"Those people did not leave yet?" she asked, her brow furrowing. She craned her neck to get a view of the Gwamuros plain.

"No," Angus replied, arms crossed as he watched the commotion. "They advanced by about a hundred meters. Looks like they're performing some kind of ritual."

"Ritual?" Lara's interest was piqued. Without waiting for more, she strode toward the front of the camp, where the entrance of the Sentro loomed in the distance.