The truck tore through the dense mist of darkness, its engine groaning under the strain as it plowed forward on the narrow, obscured road.
Inside, the atmosphere was heavy with tension. Amelia, Remy, Jim, and Lenny stood with their weapons out, scanning the shifting shadows through the small windows in the driver's cabin.
Remy's knuckles were white as he gripped his sword, the weight of the situation pressing down on him. His heart raced, his thoughts spiraling as the word "Soul Devourers" echoed in his mind. If they got too close, he knew he wouldn't stand a chance.
"This is bullshit," Lenny muttered, his voice laced with frustration. He glared at the mist swirling outside, his mind clearly racing as well, "Somebody had to leak our route. Someone on the inside," he said with a sneer.
