The wind howled across the barren, ice-ravaged landscape, a fitting prelude to the arrival of the Vanguard. Shadows emerged on the horizon, dark and unyielding, each figure outlined in the pale moonlight that shimmered over a frost-crusted wasteland. They moved in tight, organized units—soldiers clad in high-tech, insulated suits that gleamed under the sky, like specters bound in steel.
Daniel observed them from his control room, fingers wrapped around the console as he mapped out every movement. The Vanguard's soldiers were a combination of precision and brutality, with a relentless determination that set his nerves on edge. Claire stood beside him, her fists clenched, her gaze unwavering as she watched the feed. Her presence was fierce, protective, a barely contained storm ready to erupt.
