A ripple of shocked murmurs passed through the coalition ranks.
"What should we do?"
"Do we charge?" one commander asked, a hand tightened around a weapon.
The air felt colder now, the distant monolith casting long, trembling shadows across the barren plain.
"Wait," another commander said. "It could be a trap."
All eyes turned to Lina. She had closed her eyes, extending her senses across the plain. A few tense seconds passed before she opened them again, calm but measured, her brow slightly furrowed.
"No," she said softly. "I-it doesn't feel like a trap. But there's something very unsettling about that structure."
Her words drew cautious glances among the commanders, but unease lingered like a shadow over their faces.
Still they got a silent approval to march ahead. .
The coalition forces of Yan and Jul began their march. Step by step, they advanced, their silhouettes flickering under the twin starlight like ghostly flames.
