Rows of scientists in lab coats frantically checked their instruments, their faces filled with nervousness of the mission..
Across from them, soldiers sat in disciplined silence, their hands resting on their advanced rifles, eyes focused as the hum of the portal grew louder beneath them.
"Check the readings again!" a senior researcher called out, her hands trembling slightly as she glanced at the mysterious energy swirling below. "The data from the portal is fluctuating wildly!"
One of the soldiers, gripping his weapon tightly, whispered to his comrade, "What the hell are we walking into?"
"Whatever it is," the other soldier responded, "we're not coming back the same."
In the middle of the chaos, Isabelle stood at the front of the cabin, effortlessly commanding attention.
A flowing scarf hung elegantly around her neck. Her posture radiated both power and grace, her expression calm but steely.