From his vantage point atop a nearby ridge, Aiden watched the devastation unfold. The depot had been a critical logistical hub for the Abyssal Court, and its destruction would deal a significant blow to their operations. But Aiden knew this was far from a decisive victory. The Court would retaliate—and soon.
"Myne, status?" he asked through the crystal.
"We're clear," came her reply, her voice steady but tinged with exhilaration. "No casualties. Charges went off clean, and we're heading to the extraction point."
"Good work. I'll rendezvous with you there." Aiden cut the connection and turned to descend the ridge.
As he made his way through the forest, his Spirit Sense remained active, scanning for signs of pursuit. The Abyssal Court was notorious for its relentless hunters, and he wouldn't put it past them to have reinforcements nearby. But for now, the forest was quiet, the air heavy with the acrid scent of smoke and charred wood.
