Dust and ash swirl in the dim light as you press your back against a battered wall, every sense tuned to the approaching threat. The sharp crackle of Syndicate comms echoes through the air. “We need an exit,” you say, keeping your voice low but firm.

Kai’s fingers fly across his device, eyes narrowed in concentration. “Almost in,” he murmurs, beads of sweat glistening on his brow.

Cassian stands at the ready, his gaze hard and unyielding. “We fight our way out if we have to,” he growls, a hint of old scars flickering in his eyes.

Elara’s sniper rifle is already drawn, her stance calm and poised. “Just give the signal,” she says, voice steady, as if this chaos is routine.

Rhea flashes a determined look, a grim smile tugging at her lips. “No turning back now,” she whispers, her tone carrying the weight of defiance.