A large expanse of land. Nothing but flat, empty ground stretching for kilometers in every direction. No cover or concealment. Just open space where anything moving would be visible from so far away that it might as well be announcing itself with a flare.
Tatehan exchanged glances with the others, almost feeling frustrated.
He went through the implications in his mind, turning them over, testing them from every angle, searching for some loophole or workaround that would make this mission feasible.
But there was nothing. Just the cold, brutal reality of what the Obscuron had done.
He had cleared the land. Stripped it bare and turned it into a kill zone where anyone foolish enough to try crossing would be spotted immediately and dealt with before they even got close to the force field.
Uh...
