Vector's voice boomed, commanding the attention of his gathered adventurers. "Listen up, everyone! We're splitting into teams of five. We'll encircle that anthill from all sides."
The group of adventurers nodded in response, a mixture of eagerness and determination visible on their faces. They seemed ready to carry out Vector's orders and prove themselves in this raid.
Vector's commanding voice cut through the air as he addressed each team, laying out their roles and strategy with precision. "Team A, you'll move to the east and create a diversion. Team B, head west and keep them occupied. Team C, go south and circle around. Team D, take the north side. And Team E, position yourselves to the southwest."
He then turned to the man with black hair and sharp green eyes, dressed in regal, classy attire. "Quinton, you're with me." His tone carried authority.
