Chapitre 220: The Demon Lord is going to get Pissed

The Blackhawk helicopter descended rapidly, its rotors kicking up a whirlwind of sand and dust as it touched down on the rocky terrain of the Broken Cliffs. Vincent was the first to leap out, his boots crunching against the rough ground. The air was thick with the scent of salt and decay, a testament to the dark magic that tainted the cliffs.

"Perimeter secure!" Marcus's voice crackled over the comms as his team spread out, rifles at the ready, scanning the shadows for any signs of movement. The cliffs were shrouded in an unnatural fog, making it difficult to see more than a few feet ahead.

Vincent's grip tightened around his rifle as he led the team forward. The broken landscape was treacherous, littered with jagged rocks and patches of scorched earth. They moved in a tight formation, their footsteps muffled by the swirling mist.