(Time-Stilled World, 23 Kilometers from Entry Point, Flatlands Sector)
The team moved in a loose formation across the lifeless plains, boots crunching over ash-coated grass that gave no sound beneath their feet.
Raiden led the way with purposeful strides, his eyes sharp and posture upright, as after every few steps he swept a cautious glance across the horizon, scanning for any imminent signs of danger.
Patricia and Karl remained in the center— Karl hunched, visibly tense, while Patricia moved with the sway of someone who didn't know how to walk without being seen.
To their flanks walked Leo on the right, and Cipher on the left, their steps measured, eyes constantly scanning for threats.
Bob trailed in the rear, silent as ever, his massive shadow stretching further than anyone else's.
Despite being a team, they all kept a cautious distance from one another— not just out of fear of being stabbed in the back, but because they were assassins by trade.
