The sky over the abandoned anti-government stronghold in Harivia was no longer filled with the high-pitched scream of jet engines, but with a roar far more primitive—the combined voices of three thousand hardened killers celebrating a victory they hadn't expected to survive. The cheers of The Warzone Syndicate rippled across the scorched earth like a physical force, a thunderous ovation that shook the very foundations of the shattered concrete bunkers.
These mercenaries were jubilant, their adrenaline still humming from the most one-sided s*******r they had ever witnessed. In the history of regional warfare, none of them had ever fought a campaign so fluid and overwhelmingly successful. A once-formidable military installation, the cornerstone of the insurgent power in the sector, had been
