The night was eerily silent.
These people are soldiers, too?
The metallic scent of blood clung to the air, mixing with the burning fumes of destroyed hovercrafts.
The enemy camp stood in a valley surrounded by jagged cliffs, an isolated location, chosen carefully to keep prisoners from escaping.
Inside a heavily guarded tent, Athena sat on the cold ground, her hands bound in energy cuffs.
Her face was bruised, her clothes torn from the earlier fight, but her spirit was unbroken.
She glared at the soldiers standing watch over her, memorizing their movements, and their weaknesses.
She had already formulated three different escape plans, but the guards were experienced, they weren't giving her any openings.
A sudden hush fell over the camp.
Athena's sharp ears caught a distant hum, low, ominous, and growing stronger. The guards tensed, exchanging wary glances.
Then, in the blink of an eye, the night erupted into chaos.
