Emilia's heart pounded as they infiltrated the Red Hand's headquarters.
Rescue Lila. Gather intel.
Their mission hung in the balance.
Aria led the way, navigating the corridors.
Ryker and Luca flanked Emilia, their eyes scanning for threats.
Suddenly, Aria halted.
"Lila's cell is nearby," she whispered.
Emilia's grip on her crossbow tightened.
As they approached the cell, Emilia's heart sank.
Lila hung from the ceiling, chains binding her wrists.
The Archon stood before her, a smirk twisting its face.
"Welcome, Emilia," the Archon said.
Emilia's crossbow snapped up.
But before she could fire, Lila's eyes locked onto hers.
A fleeting glance, filled with warning.
Emilia's instincts flared.
Something was wrong.
Lila's gaze shifted to Ryker.
Aria gasped.
"Lila, no!" Aria screamed.
Lila's eyes flashed yellow.
She was one of them.
A Red Hand operative.
Emilia reeled.
Betrayal stung.
Ryker's eyes narrowed.
"We've been played."
The Archon's laughter echoed.
"The Grey line will fall."
Emilia's resolve hardened.
Not if she had anything to say about it.
The battle had just begun.
And Emilia would fight to the end.