Xiang Yu stepped out first, the car door closing with a soft click. Han Xin followed, his face unreadable. The air was heavy with a metallic scent, and the cracked earth stretched endlessly before them. Han Zhan approached, worry etched into his features.
"What happened in there?" he asked, his voice tinged with unease.
"Nothing," Han Xin replied curtly. "Send in the drones. We need air readings from the cracks."
Han Zhan hesitated for a moment before nodding. His gaze flickered to Xiang Yu, but he said nothing. Together, they set up the drones. The small machines with radiation sensors gleamed in the fading sunlight. One by one, seven drones took to the sky, a synchronized ascent that held an unexpected beauty.
