"Splash!"
At 9:10 p.m., in the western waters of Crescent Strait, sheets of rain battered the decks and hulls of the moving Blazing Sun Fleet transport ships, erupting in endless bursts of sound.
White searchlights swept back and forth across the decks and surrounding waters, occasionally illuminating the warships traveling alongside them.
On the watchtower, the soldiers on lookout duty coordinated with the soldiers patrolling the deck through the searchlights, monitoring the surrounding waters in real time so they could spot enemy submarines or attack vessels at the first opportunity and report the situation.
Yet amid that noisy yet tranquil night, none of the soldiers noticed that six figures blending into the darkness silently slipped away from the Army's temporary accommodation area under cover of night and infiltrated the officer cabins below.
Then, after passing through layer upon layer of guards and silently eliminating the two soldiers standing watch outside the armory—
The six Shadow Orcs, who had intended to enter the armory directly and carry out the sabotage mission ordered by Division Commander Noah, fell into deep thought before the steel cabin door. They had flipped the switches in the correct order, yet the door still refused to open.
"Captain, the password was wrong. What do we do now? Should we retreat?"
Realizing that something seemed to have changed, one Shadow Orc could not help quietly asking the captain in charge of the operation.
"No, we can't retreat. The division commander gave a death order for this mission. No matter what, we have to destroy those damned weapons inside. Otherwise, the Drow Clan will lose its future completely because of the Empire's defeat. We can't gamble on that risk!"
Captain Jamanla shook his head, his blood-red eyes flickering uncertainly.
Then, as though he had made some decision, he took