Infiltrating the Outpost

The outpost loomed ahead, a menacing structure carved into the jagged cliffs, its silhouette blending into the darkness of the night. From our vantage point on the rocky ridge, I could see the puppeteer’s soldiers moving with unnerving precision along the walls, their armor gleaming faintly in the torchlight. The weight of the mission bore down on me like a physical burden, heavier with every breath. This wasn’t just about getting caught—it was the risk of failure when the stakes had never been higher.

“We’ve got a narrow window,” Felix whispered beside me. His gaze swept over the outpost with the sharpness of a seasoned warrior. “The guards shift in about twenty minutes. The eastern wall is their weakest point, but it won’t stay that way for long.”