The first missile struck less than three hundred meters ahead of our convoy. The explosion ripped through the darkness. Fire erupted across the valley floor.
Several armored carriers were tossed aside like toys. Warning alarms blared inside the command vehicle.
"Incoming!"
"Multiple launches detected!"
"Deploy countermeasures!"
The vehicle shook violently as automated defense systems activated. Outside, hundreds of interceptor drones launched into the sky. Blue streaks illuminated the night as explosions followed one after another. The skies themselves seemed to be tearing apart.
I stared at the tactical display. The Forgotten had hidden missile batteries throughout the mountain range.
These cultists are using military-grade weapons; someone powerful was backing them with resources.
