In the evacuation chamber, a massive room far within the prison of Treachery, chaos ruled despite the order. Masked troops hastened, pulling crates and carts draped in white cloth towards a gigantic, glowing green portal that throbbed with mana, throwing eerie shadows.
Draven stood in front of it, his gray eyes shining with the portal's light, his jaw tight with anger. His soldiers moved fast, pushing a cart full of experiment gear into the portal's glow, heading to the cult's fallback location.
Draven's voice sliced through the noise, abrupt and irate. "Is everything transposed?"
A soldier hesitated, holding a trolley steady. "Yes, sir. All sensitive evidence, experiment results, and gear are done. But two operatives to extract a high-value subject have not come back."
Draven's eyes tightened, annoyance sparking. "We're closing the portal. Now." The soldier nodded, shoving the trolley into the green vortex.
