Operation Silver Ash
"And his presence changes everything," the leader said, his tone cutting, sharp—measured like a blade honed too long. "If we hesitate, even for a day, he'll tighten the walls around this place. By morning, we'll be the ones on the run. No escape. No second chance."
He turned—slow, deliberate—facing the crowd of black-robed warriors packed into the low-lit cavern, shadows dancing across their hoods like ghosts waiting to be born.
"Every second of silence we leave behind," he went on, voice carrying, echoing off the walls like a warning, "is one more thread tightening the noose around our necks."
A beat. Heavy. Quiet.
"So we move tonight. While they lie warm in their beds, dreaming soft, safe dreams, unaware of the fire crawling under their floorboards... we end it. We gut their peace. We shatter their sleep. We leave nothing behind but nightmare. We burn their city. We turn it to silver ash."
