Reckoning at Dawn

The Arrival of the Task Force

The first dropship pierced through the cloud cover, its dark silhouette reflecting the flickering remnants of Rift energy still clinging to the battlefield. Then another. And another.

The hum of engines grew into a roaring symphony of war.

Ethan felt it before he saw them—the sheer weight of their presence pressing against the air, a force unlike any standard military unit.

This wasn't just another retrieval mission.

They were here for him.

The first dropship's bay doors slammed open, revealing elite soldiers in sleek, black exo-armor. Their weapons—custom-built Rift suppressors—glowed with an eerie blue hue, pulsing in rhythm with the energy signature of their target.

One soldier stepped forward, voice amplified through his helmet.

"Ethan Cross. Surrender now."

No hesitation. No room for negotiation.

Ethan's fingers twitched. His shadows stirred.