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The forest was eerily quiet.
Lumia crouched low among the trees, her sword strapped to her back, its faint glow a comforting presence.
She could hear the muffled voices of her team, each one moving into position.
Claire, a few paces behind her, whispered incantations under her breath, preparing the protective barriers.
Ren was further ahead, already notching arrows, his sharp eyes scanning the shadows for any sign of movement.
Jex and Lira —with their near-silent steps, disappeared into the underbrush, heading toward the orc village to set the traps that would plunge their enemies into chaos.
Lumia drew a deep breath, steadying her nerves.
The plan was straightforward on paper but deadly in execution:
Misdirection.
Division.
Surgical strikes
and Total Annihilation.
She touched the hilt of her sword, feeling the hum of her magic resonate with the blade.