In front of him, several team members had already taken their positions, their bodies concealed behind the dense trees. Their assault rifles were at the ready, muzzles aimed directly at the towering stone cliffs. There, hidden within the darkness of a cave, lay the temporary stronghold of the God Evil Sect's forces. These were no ordinary enemies—dozens of them, all second-class magic users, and worse, a Templar Knight was watching over their movements from afar.
"Damn it… are we really going up against these lunatics with just six people?" Gav muttered under his breath, his grip tightening around his rifle.
"Shut up and focus," Erik whispered sharply, his eyes never leaving the enemy's base. "Henes, get the bazooka ready. We only have one shot to throw them into chaos."
