Midnight – Europe's Eastern Veins
Operation Cinder: Phase One
The night was cold. Too cold.
The sky above Hungary's outer forest lines was pale and cloudless, lit only by the occasional flicker of red tracking lights from low-hovering drones. But the real heat—the real hunt—was below.
Footsteps in the dirt. Dozens of them. Black suits. Tactical helmets. Red visors pulsing softly.
Resistance soldiers moved like shadows, silent and precise. Behind them, small wolf-like bots scanned the terrain. Light-sensitive, fang-shaped scanners clicked against the undergrowth, sniffing for mana residue. Spirits. Vampires. Witches. Kitsune. Anyone not human.
They weren't here for questions.
They were here to wipe out.
A voice crackled over the comms.
"Target confirmed. West bunker. Three heat signatures. Vampiric."
The leader, a broad man with a titanium chestplate and pulse-stitch rifle, raised a closed fist. The whole squad stopped.
He spoke, voice low.
"No survivors. Engage."
