Under the cover of darkness, Thalia's vanguard moved swiftly and silently through the forest, their steps muffled by the thick underbrush. The air was thick with tension as they approached the enemy stronghold. The eerie silence was occasionally broken by the distant sounds of the dark rituals being conducted within the camp.
Thalia signaled her team to halt and crouch low behind a line of trees. She scanned the area, taking note of the enemy positions and the layout of their defenses. The cultists were spread out, some guarding the perimeter while others remained close to the dark portal that pulsed ominously in the center of the camp.
"We need to create a breach in their defenses," Thalia whispered, her voice barely audible. "Elara and the main force will follow. Be swift and precise."
