Ahcehera moved through the desolate terrain with calculated steps, her figure melting into the shadows cast by the crescent moon above.
The wild lands outside the city's protective barriers were dangerous even without the constant threat of the Zergs.
The air was thick with the scent of decay, and the occasional whisper of movement sent her senses on high alert.
She had chosen to travel alone, knowing that a large group would only draw attention. Stealth was her greatest ally tonight.
Her optical brain mapped the surroundings in real time, feeding her detailed information about the topography and any potential life forms lurking nearby.
So far, there was no immediate danger, but she was aware that the deeper she ventured, the closer she came to enemy territory.
The land was scarred by war, charred remains of battle mechs and ruined outposts dotted the landscape.
Here and there, skeletal remains of fallen warriors, both human and Zerg, lay half-buried in the dust.
