Amara froze, her heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird. The man standing before her was tall, draped in tactical gear that mirrored the Hunters she'd seen on the ridges, but there was something off about his stance. It was too steady, too calm amidst the cacophony of howling Beastmen and the high-pitched shriek of the sonic emitters. Behind his gas mask, his eyes were flat and unreadable.
"I'm not going with you," Amara spat, her voice trembling but her grip on the ceramic blade tightening. "Tell Hansen his 'rescue' is a massacre. Tell him he's a murderer!"
The man didn't flinch. "Hansen is a zealot, Amara. But he's right about one thing, this valley is about to become a grave. Now, move."
