Cruzer nodded at Nero's intel, gaze flicking eastward through the shimmering fog banks. The terrain ahead twisted sharply—a set of descending steps into a crater-like depression, with floating platforms bobbing in the air like lazy predators waiting to snap. The third spire loomed in the center, cloaked in a barrier of rotating glyphs that pulsed every few seconds—some sort of warding field, likely reactive.
"Marin, can you crack that shield?" Cruzer asked as they sprinted toward the ledge overlooking the crater.
"I can dampen it," she replied, voice calm even while running. "If we get close enough, I'll slip a breach glyph into the rotation."
Cruzer angled his approach accordingly, raising a hand as he pivoted. "Charlotte, we'll take right flank and draw fire. Zaya, stay elevated and suppress their caster response. Nero—"
