Rick entered the chamber, his face grim. "The scouts confirmed Abyssal reinforcements are setting up a forward base near the southern ridgeline. If they establish a foothold there, they'll be within striking distance of our supply convoys."
"How much time do we have?" Aiden asked, turning toward him.
"Two days, maybe less," Rick replied. "They're moving fast."
Aiden nodded, his mind already forming a plan. "We'll hit them before they can finish setting up. A surgical strike to dismantle their operations and push them back."
Rick frowned. "It's risky. If they anticipate us—"
"They won't," Aiden interrupted. "We'll send a decoy team to draw their attention while we strike the ridgeline directly. Myne can handle the diversions, and Dren's team can plant charges to collapse their supply routes."
Rick hesitated, then nodded. "Understood. I'll start mobilizing the teams."
