Linsley swiped his hand through the air, zooming in on specific regions highlighted in an ominous red glow.
"There are three areas of concern. The Shadowspire, which seems to emit an unusual, concentrated flux signature. The Endless Mire, where infected beasts are most densely packed. And finally, the Abyssal Rift—a massive chasm that stretches deep into the earth. From the readings, I suspect it houses their primary operations."
Ted frowned. "Three areas, all swarming with infection. Even with the three of us, tackling them all at once would be dangerous."
Linsley nodded, his tone unyielding. "We won't split up. All three of us will handle these areas one at a time. Even if it's overkill, we're not taking unnecessary risks. The Outer Gods' influence is strongest here, and the infection's density means their lackeys won't just sit idly by. We hit them with everything we have, together."