Lycus crouched low, eyes scanning the dusky horizon as the sun dipped below the skyline, casting long shadows across the town. His senses were sharp, attuned to the slightest disturbance. The patrol was routine, but Lycus knew better than to let his guard down. His team, equally vigilant, spread out around him, their movements synchronized through years of training and countless missions together.
Suddenly, a sharp beep from his communicator broke the silence. Lycus glanced at it, his eyes narrowing as he read the urgent message. "Attack at Gate C," he growled, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver through his team.
With speed burst rivalling a cheetah's, Lycus took off, his team struggling to keep pace. The town blurred around him, and the wind whipped past his ears, carrying with i
