Lyra

I crept through the moonlit forest, my senses heightened and alert. The game had begun, and I was determined to prove myself. I glanced at my partner, signaling with a nod.

"Let's move," I whispered. "Stay low and quiet."

We slipped through the shadows, our footsteps muffled by the soft earth. The ruins loomed ahead, ancient and eerily quiet. Suddenly, I spotted movement.

"Enemy team," I hissed, crouching down. "Flank them."

We split up, circling around the ...