The wind howled fiercely across the ridges of Ayzion, dragging loose stones and pine needles down the sheer cliffs like a restless spirit.
Among the jagged shadows of one towering escarpment, five figures crouched low, their heavy armor gleaming dully under fractured shafts of light.
Their rifles rested against their shoulders, scopes glinting faintly in the dimness. They exuded a predatory aura, much like wolves lurking over unsuspecting sheep.
Below them, the convoy rumbled along the treacherous mountain road, the grinding of tires and sputtering engines echoing too loudly in a realm where silence reigned supreme.
One armored man chuckled darkly, his voice laced with mockery.
"Meat on wheels! Look at them marching in as if they own this place. So much noise,do they want to wake the mountains themselves?"
