The infiltration plan was forged under the pitch-black veil before dawn.
In the corner of the outpost barricade, still reeking of the metallic tang of blood and gunpowder smoke, Rianor Sudrath stood staring at a crude map spread across a wooden crate. The Arcanotech Bracer on his left arm was in sleep mode. Only an ultra-fine hum of vibration indicated the device was ready to unleash its power at a moment's notice.
"We cannot be seen," Rianor began flatly. His eyes stared straight ahead, dissecting the plan like the pure anatomy of a machine, completely ignoring the fact that this was a one-way ticket to their graves.
"The infiltration team is locked at five. Myself, Yara, Riven, Selene, and Lieur. No more, no less. The smaller our footprint, the harder it will be for them to detect us."
The Head of Research's gray eyes shifted to the young scout nearby. "Do you know the terrain around the cave by heart?"
