The four heroes stood in formation. Their eyes locked onto Nyxa.
"She's not moving," said the one in silver-blue armor.
"Doesn't matter," said the wind user. "We still don't know what she's planning."
"Be ready," the leader said calmly.
"She's one of the Brood's top officers. If she attacks, we fall back."
The one with the scanner device rechecked his feed. "Her threads are active. They're moving."
The bulky armored hero stepped forward slightly and raised his arms.
A faint glow formed around him.
[Fortress Pulse] activated, and a soft energy shield spread over the squad.
Nyxa stayed still, watching them. Her violet eyes flicked from one to the next.
Thin threads slid across her fingers, twitching like small webs.
"They're elite," she thought, "but not true upper-class."
She moved her hand slightly, and several of her threads floated into the air.
"If they were true enforcers, I'd leave. But these… I can handle."
The leader gave a hand signal.
