The dawn was quiet, stripped entirely of the usual morning bird songs. A heavy, unnatural fog still clung stubbornly to the edges of the Blood Moon borders, held at bay only by the lingering traces of Elara’s lunar magic. In the sprawling courtyard, three heavily modified, all-terrain vehicles idled, their massive engines letting out a low, impatient growl.
Marcus stood by the lead truck, meticulously checking the silver ammunition of the strike team. Only ten elite shadows had been chosen for this mission. A massive army would be too slow and would draw far too much attention. Speed and stealth were their absolute only advantages now.
Kael stood by the heavy iron doors of the infirmary, giving his final, grim instructions to Dr. Harrison. The doctor looked exhausted, his white coat stai
