Get ready," Arkan said, his voice low, a steely resolve in his eyes. He looked at the vast, open ocean, then at the monstrous ship bearing down on them. "It's time to go."
The words sliced through the pre-dawn quiet, a stark declaration of war. The colossal shadow on the eastern horizon solidified into the terrifying form of a PMC carrier, its stern lights now burning like malevolent orange eyes, its silhouette growing larger with every heartbeat. It was a fortress, a floating city of steel and advanced weaponry, and it was coming for them.
Arkan's fingers tightened on the makeshift console, his knuckles white. The mini-sub engine, salvaged and rebuilt, hummed beneath them, a fragile pulse of life against the encroaching dread. He felt the cold spray of the ocean on his face, tasting sal
