The subterranean supply tunnel beneath the border ridges was cold, damp, and reeked of ancient rust and stale groundwater.For three miles, we moved in near-total silence through the pitch-black stone shaft, illuminated only by the faint, low-frequency red optical bands built into our tactical helmets. The water ran ankle-deep, splashing softly against our armored boots, carrying the faint, bitter metallic tang of unprocessed silver ore from the abandoned northern mining shafts above.I walked in the lead, my twin dwarven daggers drawn, sweeping the tunnel ahead with cold, methodical focus.Behind me, Ethan moved like a giant shadow—his towering frame taking up half the narrow stone corridor, his royal Lycan aura pulled tightly inward to avoid triggering the southern thermal sensors embedded in the rock walls. Captain Kael followed close behind, carrying our heavy breaching gear, while Leo walked in the center of our formation, his tablet sealed inside a waterproof tactical case mount
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