The journey to Frostveil Plateau was harsh and unrelenting. Snow blanketed the ground, and icy winds cut through their cloaks. The rugged terrain made progress slow, and the ever-present hum of Rift energy reminded them of the dangers ahead.

After days of travel, they reached the edge of the plateau. The landscape was desolate, the snow-covered plains broken only by jagged rocks and the occasional cluster of frostbitten trees. In the distance, a faint glow marked the location of the obelisk.

Cassian raised his spyglass. “There it is,” he said. “And it’s worse than we thought.”

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Through the lens, Damien saw a massive Rift, its swirling energy feeding into the obelisk. Surrounding it were dozens of Rift creatures, from the smaller, twisted beasts to hulking brutes covered in icy armor. At the center of the horde stood another Rift Commander, its dark form exuding power.

“We’ll need a plan,” Lyra said, her voice low. “Charging in won’t work this time.”

Damien nodded. “Cassian, you and the scouts will take the high ground and provide cover. Roland and Lyra, you’ll clear a path for me. I’ll take down the Commander and destroy the obelisk.”

Roland grinned. “Sounds like a fight.”