Beneath the eerie, starless orange sky of the Eldritch Ruins, shadowy figures clad in glistening armor darted through the remnants of ancient buildings, overgrown forests, and crumbling monuments. Their movements were swift and relentless, all converging toward a single destination, the Eldritch Spire.
Damien and Squad Seven were among the first to arrive, their proximity granting them an early advantage. As they approached, the ruins of colossal halls and shattered temples came into view, their structures so vast they seemed built for giants. Though time had stripped them of their former grandeur, leaving only towering pillars and fractured walls, an undeniable aura of forgotten majesty still lingered.
Before long, the remaining squads arrived, their numbers visibly diminished. Some bore grievous wounds, while others stood with silent resignation—missing key members from their original twenty-man teams.
There was no need for words. The truth was evident.
They were dead.
