The expedition group, along with the ten groups of Hakvall soldiers, began their march out of the headquarters and into the open expanse of Stillis. The once-vibrant planet, now a desolate wasteland, greeted them with an eerie silence, the only sounds coming from the crunch of their boots on the dry, cracked earth. Dead trees, twisted and barren, stood like skeletal sentinels on either side of their path, their gnarled branches reaching out as if in a final grasp for life. The green mists that clung to the ground swirled around their feet, giving the air a thick, almost suffocating quality. The sky above, a sickly green hue, cast an unnatural light on the landscape, making everything seem distorted and unreal.