The magma deity found himself standing in pitch-black conditions.
"The terrain eats light," Iron-Scale noted while gripping his star-iron daggers.
Krug tightened his hold on his greataxe. "Stay close. The enemy rules the shadows here."
Suddenly, Syra stepped forward. The Grey-Fin Lizardwoman walked ahead of the group with a calm posture. She did not need light to navigate because she manipulated solid darkness as her primary weapon. This synthetic midnight provided an ocean of ammunition for her core abilities.
"Let me take the lead," Syra offered. "The shadows speak to me."
She closed her eyes and extended her senses. The Vanguard commanders followed her closely. Unbeknownst to them, the two Shadow-Weaver Assassins stalked their perimeter. The premium pets moved without making a sound. Their coded invisibility shielded them from the Omniscient Eye and standard radar.
