The depot loomed ahead, a sprawling compound surrounded by high wooden palisades reinforced with steel plating. Guards patrolled the perimeter, their movements precise and methodical. Lanterns mounted on tall poles bathed the area in flickering light, their glow barely piercing the darkness of the surrounding forest.
Aiden raised his hand, signaling the team to halt. They melted into the shadows, their forms nearly invisible against the trees. He glanced at Myne, who gave him a slight nod, her fingers already weaving delicate patterns in the air. Tendrils of shadow began to coil and writhe, ready to conceal the team's movements and disrupt the guards' vision.
