modern military · fantasy realm · dimensional displacement · tactical gear · magic versus technology · elite soldiers · medieval setting · action · survival · sci-fi fantasy
The air tastes of iron and crushed wildflowers. Seventy soldiers stand rigid in a field that should not exist, their advanced gear a stark, metallic scar on the soft, rolling hills. Captain Vance removes his helmet, revealing a face etched with the weariness of command. ''Our objective is achieved,'' he states, his voice carrying across the unnatural quiet. Then his focus narrows, finding you. ''Now we face the unknown.''