Story 416: The Crimson Corridor

The BTO team advanced cautiously, the air thick with tension as they entered the grand yet decrepit hall known as the Crimson Corridor. The room stretched endlessly before them, illuminated by flickering torches that lined the crimson carpet—a faded path stained with the echoes of countless battles. Each step echoed ominously, the sound amplified by the arched ceilings above.

Commander Rook led the charge, his sharp eyes scanning every shadow. "Stay alert. This place screams ambush," he warned, his voice low but firm. His hand rested on the handle of his combat knife, ready for action.

Ghost was the first to break formation, disappearing into the darkness with the stealth of a predator. She hugged the walls, her suppressed weapon at the ready, blending into the shadows. Through her comms, she whispered, "Multiple heat signatures ahead, about twenty meters. They're moving erratically."