Juna crouched on a quarry outcrop and tracked the faint pulse of an enemy relay beneath the cliff.
Perched silently atop a narrow outcrop, Juna crouched low, her silver wolf ears swiveling in micro-arcs.
Through the howling mountain wind, her supernatural senses tracked the faint acoustic resonance of an active sensory array.
She caught the pungent chemical scent of distilled brimstone and enchanted lamp oil drifting up from a concealed cavern cleft.
Three hundred paces below her perch, a concealed overhang sheltered a hidden observation blind overlooking the entire valley.
Nine elite snipers in dark gray cloaks stood guard around an enameled optical relay table alongside their squad commander.
The tactical table hummed with subterranean mana, projecting glowing blue vectors that mapped the movements of Hajin's vanguard.
"Sensory blind confirmed," Juna whispered softly into her tactical comm bead, her tail swaying with predatory focus.
