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The glaring red light of the sun's final descent bled across the rocky terrain ahead of the trekking unit, casting the land in a harsh fiery gleam. The troops marched in step, their shadows passing along the uneven path like rows of resolute phantoms. Their armor shone in the crimson light like blazing silver, shields on their backs and swords at their sides, rifles resting ready on their shoulders. Ranks of Eskatonic and Avestite theurgists marched with them, their blue and scarlet robes mixing with the brown tabards of the Brother Battle, staffs and flameguns in their grasp.
Up the rugged slopes of the northern Istal mountains they marched, through the summit nexus of the eastern highlands, over the arching precipices above the northeast valley, and across the uplands overlooking the east canyon, until at long last they approached the rendezvous point on the northernmost crest of the Istal mountain range.
Night had fallen hours ago, and the mountain top laid shrouded in darkness. The company's armored ranks glinted faintly in the starlight.
"Stitum!" ordered the Captain with a raised hand, and the unit halted.
One of the Brother Battle sergeants brought a squawker to his mouth and spoke,
"Primus has arrived at rendezvous. All Ghost-Runners, report in."
One by one, the company's scouts revealed themselves, appearing from behind rock outcroppings and crevices, their forms shifting colors as they each deactivated their chameleon suits' camouflage systems.
"Ghost-Runner One, reporting in." radioed the first as he approached the unit.
"Ghost-Runner Two, reporting in." replied the next, following.
"Ghost-Runner Three, reporting in." echoed a third, joining the others.
Lieutenant Eduardo's sergeant also spoke into his squawker,
"The strike unit has arrived at the rendezvous point. Scryers, report in."
Two more figures materialized from the surrounding rock faces as their chameleon suits reverted from camouflage, radioing in as they moved to regroup with the Manifest Light platoon.
"Scryer One, reporting in." said the first.
"Scryer Two, reporting in." followed the other.
Each came before the sergeant and saluted, before filing into their respective positions within the platoon's ranks.
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