The military train arrived at dawn.
Team Soup boarded the train in silence.
Maeve claimed a window seat, watching the fading outpost. Renna sprawled out across two seats, already half-asleep. Emric sat upright, aggressively highlighting a tactical manual. Lyra sat across from him, watching the muddy landscape scroll past.
Holden's private cabin was three doors down.
He stepped inside, locked the door, and sat on the cot. The train's wheels clattered against the tracks, sending a steady, rumbling vibration humming through the floor.
He closed his eyes and pulled up his System.
[Instanced Dungeon]
[Status: Available]
[Spawn Type: Phantom Assassins (Human-Shaped Combatants)]
[Difficulty: Scaled to User Rank]
[Open Portal?]
Yes.
