The desert wind carried a foreboding chill as the group loaded their equipment into the jeep. Kane sat silently, his smug grin replaced by a stoic mask. Dexter wasn’t sure if it was fear or calculation behind those dark eyes, but he didn’t care. Every move the man made was a potential threat, and Dexter wouldn’t let his guard down for a second.Serena finished packing her gear, slinging a rifle over her shoulder before turning to Dexter. "The coordinates lead to a canyon roughly eighty miles from here. If what Kane says is true, it’s heavily fortified."Dexter tightened the straps on his armor, checking his weaponry. "He’s not lying. But that’s exactly why we need to go. Whatever’s there is the key to stopping this."Kane chuckled from the back of the jeep. "You’re so eager to rush into a trap. It’s almost admirable."Dexter turned, his glare silencing Kane. "If it’s a trap, you’ll be leading the way."Kane smirked but said nothing more.Max climbed into the driver’s seat, giving a cu

The cold wind howled through the rocky terrain as Dexter and his team made their way toward the next target. Their mission was clear: they were to dismantle another of the Abyssals' hidden facilities, but this time, the stakes were even higher. The last operation had cost them dearly, and the pressure to succeed was mounting. Dexter’s mind was sharp, focused, but his thoughts kept drifting back to the people they were saving. The more facilities they destroyed, the more he realized that each one was a crucial piece of a larger puzzle—a puzzle they had yet to fully understand.“Stay sharp,” Dexter said, his voice low but commanding. He could feel the weight of the moment pressing down on him. The Abyssals were only growing stronger, and each encounter felt more like a deadly game of cat and mouse. But this time, they weren’t hunting; they were being hunted.Max, as always, was at the front, his rifle slung over his shoulder, eyes constantly scanning the surroundings. The man had a sixt

Dexter’s team hurried down the crumbling hallway, the echoes of their steps drowned by the chaos unfolding around them. The facility’s core systems had been destroyed, and now it was only a matter of time before the building came down completely. Every second felt like an eternity as the walls groaned, dust falling from the ceiling in heavy clumps. Their mission had been a success, but survival was far from guaranteed."Move faster!" Dexter barked, his voice sharp as the tension in his chest grew. His instincts told him that they needed to escape, and fast. The blast that had taken down the facility's defense grid had only been the beginning. With each passing moment, the structure felt more unstable. A building designed to withstand the worst was crumbling under the pressure, and there was no telling how much time they had left.Max’s eyes scanned the area, weapon at the ready. He was always alert, always ready for the worst. Kane was a few steps ahead, scanning the hallway for any p

The figure stepped closer, emerging from the shadows, its movements deliberate and slow. Dexter’s heart skipped a beat, his senses already on high alert. He could feel the air around them shift, charged with a tension that was almost suffocating. His mind was racing—this wasn’t just an ordinary foe. No, this was something else. Something far more dangerous.Max’s hand went instinctively to his weapon, ready to draw at a moment’s notice, but Dexter stopped him with a sharp gesture. He needed information, not another firefight. Not yet, at least. The figure was tall, cloaked in dark, flowing robes that seemed to absorb the little light in the room, casting shadows around him. His face was obscured by a mask, a jagged line of silver running down its center, giving the impression of an ancient warrior or something far more sinister.“Who are you?” Dexter demanded, his voice cold but steady. He didn’t have the luxury of fear, not now, not after everything that had already happened.The fig

Dexter’s chest heaved as he stared down at the fallen figure, his mind racing to catch up with what had just transpired. The figure’s body lay in a heap before him, the last remnants of his power flickering like a dying ember. The shadows that had once surrounded them began to dissolve, dissipating into the air as if they had never existed. The room, now eerily silent, felt almost too still, as though the very air was holding its breath.Max approached cautiously, his weapon lowered but still ready. “Is it over?” he asked, his voice low and wary. His eyes darted between Dexter and the crumpled form of the figure, as though unsure whether to believe it was truly done.Dexter wiped the sweat from his brow, his body aching from the brutal battle. His muscles screamed in protest, and he could feel the weight of exhaustion dragging him down. He didn’t answer immediately. His mind was still processing the intense energy they had just faced, the shadows, the figure's promises of destruction.