A thin, freezing dawn mist still clung tightly to the ruins of Geisterstadt as Team One made their move.
The five of them—Roland, Dom, Naya, Noctis, and Arcelia—slipped out through the cracked stone gates without making the slightest sound. On the other side of the city, Lobrecht and hundreds of his troops remained on standby in absolute silence. That team would follow with exactly a one-hour delay—just enough time for this infiltration squad to reach the Capital's blind spots before the bombs of chaos were detonated.
The trek across the barren, rocky desert consumed nearly four hours.
As the sun began to crawl upward and the silhouette of the Capital's alabaster walls finally broke the horizon, Noctis abruptly raised a clenched fist. The signal to halt.
"Shh... this way," Noctis whispered, pointing to a dark recess perfectly concealed behind a massive rock formation. "The underground route."
