The moment the smoke engulfed the cave, Atlas and his troops sprinted into the twisting tunnels. They knew this cave by heart. For days, they had explored every passage, mapped every turn, and memorized every hidden path. They knew the terrain better than anyone.
But their enemies weren't ordinary soldiers.
The hostile troops were stronger, their bodies able to withstand the freezing temperatures of the cave far better. And worse, they were fast, far faster than Atlas's side.
It wouldn't take long before they caught up.
From behind, angry shouts erupted.
"Damn it! Where did they go?!"
The enemy leader came to a halt, his eyes narrowing at the four tunnels branching out before them.
Atlas's troops had split up, scattering into all four paths.
"They split up!"
"Find them. NOW!"
The enemy leader growled, his frustration clear.
"Split into four groups! Chase them down!"
Without hesitation, the soldiers divided, each team taking a different tunnel.
