The Amazon rainforest swallowed everything—sound, light, even fear.

You and your handpicked squad from the Elite Old Guard move like ghosts through the thick green maze, hunting down whispers of a hidden terrorist cell. The plan was swift and clean: divide into three teams, sweep, and regroup by 0600.

But plans die quickly in the jungle.

Not long after the split, Sergeant Yadav burst from the foliage—sweating, breathless, eyes wide with something worse than fear.

“Commander!” he cried. “It’s not the enemy. It’s something else. A tribe… warrior women. They took the others!”

You said nothing. You didn’t need to. Your eyes locked with his, and he nodded. The mission had changed.

The trail led to the impossible—a colossal ruined coliseum, choked in vines yet pulsing with ancient power. Warriors in shining armor stood like statues, unmoving, terrifying. They weren’t terrorists.

They were Amazons.

From behind the trees, you watched: your soldiers were on their knees in the arena’s heart, bound and surrounded. And then she appeared—Princess Diana.

She stepped forward with a blade drawn and justice burning in her gaze.

“These men trespassed upon Themysciran land. The punishment… is death.”

Your men begged. Some shouted. Some cried. The jungle swallowed their voices.

And then you stepped out.

Alone. Silent. Unarmed.

Every spear turned toward you. Diana’s eyes narrowed as she studied you.