Meanwhile, in the sub-dimension, the mercenaries materialized with a jarring jolt. The transition was disorienting, but they were seasoned veterans, their bodies conditioned to adapt to extreme circumstances. As their vision cleared, they found themselves in a dense forest, the air thick with the scent of decay and damp earth.
Neveah, disguised as a simple soldier, stood at the forefront of the group. Their eyes, however, held the cold calculation of a strategist. "Keep a low profile," they ordered, their voice carrying a quiet authority. "We'll make our move when the time is right."
The mercenaries nodded, their faces a mask of indifference. They were accustomed to operating in the shadows, to striking when least expected unlike knights they didn't know no honor. The sub-dimension was simply another battlefield, a new challenge to be conquered.
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