Mission Log, Nathan Voss – Codename: Eldrasia Breach


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    <li>Date: Classified</li>


    <li>Location: Site Delta, Grand Canyon, Arizona</li>


    <li>Objective: Secure and analyze the portal anomaly</li>


    <li>Status: Operation in progress</li>


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    Deep inside the Grand Canyon, hidden behind incredibly advanced technology—technology the world believed was still decades away, perhaps 50 or even 100 years—lay Nathan’s target. For years, he and his team of covert operations agents had been gathering intel, making plans, and training for this day.


    Nathan Voss, the Deputy Director of Covert Operations, wanted this to be his last mission. The things he had seen and done weighed too heavily on him. At 41, after over two decades of service in the U.S. Intelligence Agency, he was ready to walk away. But this mission—this mission surpassed anything he had done before.


    According to their intel, hidden within the Grand Canyon was a project called "Reach Out." From everything they had gathered—and they had been extremely thorough with this one—a faction of nobles and wealthy elites was building a portal. A straight-up, world-connecting, energy-swirling, fantasy portal. And they knew where it led—Eldrasia, a world unknown to the rest of humanity.


    Yet thanks to Nathan’s meticulous planning, his ruthless approach, and his strategic mind, the first two steps—stealth infiltration and locating the portal—had gone smoothly. No alarms, no signs of detection. But as they stepped into the final chamber, what they saw made their blood run cold.


    It was a gigantic, green-lit chamber. The entire room was bathed in the eerie glow of pulsating cables that connected to computers, all leading toward the massive, ring-shaped structure in the center. Green tiles covered the floor, green-hued walls reflected the light, and at the heart of it all, a gargantuan ring of an unknown metal shimmered with an otherworldly glow.


    And then, they saw them—figures standing around the portal. A group of oddly wealthy yet medieval-looking people, their elaborate robes and noble attire starkly contrasting the modern, sterile environment. Their faces, a mix of awe and satisfaction, bore strange expressions as they cheered for some apparent success.


    Stolen story; please report.


    Nathan’s heart sank. He recognized some of them—Earth’s elites, the same figures his team had tracked for months. The faces that had been haunting their intel reports now stood in front of him, no longer just shadows on a screen but real people—people deeply involved in something far bigger than they had anticipated. But the others, the ones in robes, were unfamiliar. Foreign. And yet, the way they stood together told Nathan everything he needed to know. These weren’t just collaborators. These were nobles from Eldrasia.


    Then, their eyes locked, and time seemed to freeze.


    Neither side fully understood what they were up against. Neither knew how this encounter would end. For a brief moment, uncertainty hung in the air like a blade ready to drop.


    And then, all hell broke loose.


    The robed figures—the Eldrasian nobles—dropped their goblets, their expressions twisting into panic as they turned and bolted toward the portal. The Earthly elites, in contrast, scrambled toward the computers, desperate to secure whatever data they could before it was too late.


    Nathan didn’t hesitate.


    With a few quick hand signals, he made a split-second decision, one that would change everything. His instincts, honed from years of experience, processed the situation before his conscious mind even caught up.


    His team split. One group charged toward the computers, attempting to seize control of the system. The other—his group—moved toward the portal, determined to stop the fleeing nobles from escaping.


    As soon as he made the call, Nathan felt the weight of his decision settle over him. He knew the risks. He knew that the teammates stepping through that portal with him might never return.


    And because he knew that, he knew he had to go himself. He couldn’t order men to charge into the unknown while staying behind. If this was going to be his last mission, then he would see it through to the end.


    With three of his best operatives at his side, Nathan sprinted toward the portal. His heart pounded, his breath steady, his mind sharp. He didn’t know what his teammates were thinking in those final moments before they crossed the threshold. But he knew what he was thinking.


    Excitement.


    Then, a voice rang out—an inhuman, guttural chant that sent a chill down his spine.


    Nathan didn’t understand the words. He barely had time to process the sound before the air itself seemed to shatter.


    A deafening crack filled the chamber as reality twisted. The portal’s glow flickered violently, its structure shaking as if the very fabric of space was rejecting its existence. The next thing Nathan saw was the space around him breaking apart like shattered glass, the fragments of reality swallowing him whole.