Cliff stood on the roof of the house, his gaze fixed on the icy horizon. The first rays of sunlight pierced through the clouds, illuminating the deserted streets of Freiden. The once-tranquil village had turned into a battleground in suspense, with the air thick with palpable tension. His companions were silent, each lost in their thoughts, ready to act at Cliff's signal.
The wind's breath mingled with the distant murmurs of creatures below, creating an almost supernatural atmosphere. Cliff was accustomed to this ambiance. Since their arrival in this world, he had learned to face situations that defied logic. Yet, this mission felt different. It was no longer just about survival, but about strategy and supremacy.
