The dense mist curled like ghostly fingers through the ancient forest, wrapping the scene in an unnatural stillness. The ground pulsed faintly, the corrupted leyline beneath them churning with unstable energy, like a beast thrashing in its sleep. Amidst this eerie quiet, hooded figures moved with precise efficiency, their cloaks adorned with the fractured sun emblem of the Radiant Order.
Inquisitor Veylan stood at the heart of the operation, his presence casting a long shadow over the flickering luminescence of the leyline disruptor. He was tall, his cloak woven with silver filaments that pulsed faintly with stored technomantic energy. His face, partially hidden beneath his hood, was sharp, cold, and disciplined. A predator who had spent years ensuring that no mission under his watch failed.
