The moon hung high in the ink-black sky, casting an ethereal glow upon the desolate streets below. Astra and her squad, guided by their unwavering determination, converged at the designated meeting spot. The air was heavy with an eerie stillness, as if time itself held its breath in anticipation. In the heart of the night, the city stood as a forsaken realm, devoid of the usual bustle and activity.
The once vibrant streets in the day were now laid cloaked in darkness, the buildings looming like silent sentinels. No signs of life could be seen, and a ghostly aura permeated the air, sending shivers down the spines of those who dared to venture forth. As the wind whispered through the deserted alleys, its mournful howl echoed in their ears, an eerie soundtrack to their clandestine gathering. Shadows danced on the walls, their movements fluid and elusive, as if teasing the boundaries between reality and the unknown.
