Chase stood at the edge of the camp, watching as the last of the preparations were made. His mind was racing with thoughts about the mission ahead. Beside him, Kellie and Belinda exchanged nervous glances. They had been through many battles together, but this infiltration mission felt different—riskier, more personal.
"Chase," Skyla called out, approaching with a confident stride. "We've found our fifth member. He's new, but he's capable."
Behind her walked a tall, athletic young man with sharp green eyes and jet-black hair, which framed his angular face. He gave a nod of acknowledgement as he neared, but there was a calmness about him, like someone who had seen combat before and wasn't easily fazed.
"This is Cyrus," Skyla introduced. "He's a wind mage, skilled in manipulation of wind and air currents. He'll be essential for scouting and mobility."
