Seth held his hands up, signalling his men from behind to halt, the stifling feeling growing thicker.
He glanced at the radar map, a region marked out glowing with a brilliant intensity, the core was so close.
He gritted his teeth, and for the first time Seth did something he never imagined he'd ever do, he went against his instincts.
There was obviously a trap, or danger of some sorts waiting ahead, but he had no choice but to march forward.
He couldn't retreat, not only because this might be their only shot at bringing the flame dragons to extinction.
And Seth couldn't miss it, sending streams of alarms to the other six units via essence transmission.
He was able to warn everyone to be on guard, he couldn't have them going lax at such a crucial juncture.
Space folded in his palms as a familiar-looking talisman flickered into his grasp, while a small dagger appeared on the other hand.
