The convoy slipped into the night like a shadow, engines humming softly as they navigated the vast silence of the frontier.
Trucks and armored off-road vehicles formed a tight formation, headlights dimmed to mere whispers that sliced through the thick fog clinging stubbornly to the ground.
The lead vehicles scanned their surroundings with infrared scopes, while soldiers manning mounted guns surveyed the horizon, their silhouettes stark against the silvery moonlight.
At the forefront was Arthur's command carrier, its tires gliding over rough terrain with effortless grace.
The suspension absorbed every jolt from uneven ground as they traversed a landscape marred by shadows and decay, abandoned villages stood like ghosts of their former selves, hollow shells of houses crumbling under neglect's weight, barns reduced to mere skeletal frames.
Once-thriving hamlets now lay silent, overtaken by weeds and an eerie stillness.
