Signa's voice came through Destro's comm-artifact, shaky with frustration beneath her usual cool tone.
"The other route is a dead end, literally. The tunnel drops straight into a sinkhole, then curves into a magma basin, with freaking magma serpents or something swimming in it. We're not getting past that. We have to go through your path."
Destro exhaled slowly and heavily. "Then this is going to be one bloody ordeal."
"So be it," Signa replied.
Not long after, she appeared, leading what remained of her squad. Twenty, down from twenty-five. They looked shaken and humbled.
But they still marched.
With the two forces united, they reorganized at the mouth of the abyssal rock corridor. The tunnel was barely wide enough for two grown men shoulder-to-shoulder, forcing everything into an ugly, grinding choke-push.
The battle began the moment they stepped inside.
