As night enveloped the landscape, the sanctuary's forces mobilized, slipping through the darkness towards the enemy lines with a silence that belied the imminent violence.
My role as commander had me overseeing the operation from a mobile command centre, equipped with live feeds from drone-mounted cameras and updates from field operatives.
The air was thick with anticipation; every soldier knew the weight of what was to come.
The first strike targeted an ammunition depot on the eastern flank of the rival group's encampment, identified as a weak point due to its minimal security during night shifts.
As the clock struck the designated hour, our demolition team moved in.
They planted charges with clinical precision, their movements almost ghost-like as they skirted enemy patrols, guided by the faint glow of night vision goggles.
Simultaneously, several kilometres away, snipers took their positions, lying prone on elevated ground.
