The sleek, black transport flew through the sky, its quiet engines making almost no sound. Inside, the new ASTF team sat in an awkward silence, with many unspoken questions in the air.

Jonah watched the world outside the reinforced window transform. The Academy's green grounds turned into rough hills, then windy plains in the northern highlands. The land below was endless grey rock and brown plants. This was the Grey Fells. It felt like a new country, a new world.

Jax, the tough hunter, was carefully cleaning a long, wicked-looking knife. His movements were precise. He hadn't said a word since they'd taken off, but his doubtful looks toward Jonah spoke volumes.

Titus, the Aegis warrior, sat perfectly still, his massive shield resting at his feet. He looked like a statue carved from discipline, his eyes fixed forward, taking in everything and giving nothing away. Benita, the medic, was just as quiet, her hands resting calmly in her lap.

Only Vanessa offered Jonah any comfort. She sat across from him, giving him a small, reassuring nod whenever his eyes met hers.

"Five minutes to the drop zone," Seraph's voice crackled over the internal comms from the cockpit. "Get ready."

The team stood, grabbing their gear. The transport slowed, descending towards a collection of broken shapes on the horizon. The rear ramp hissed open, and a fierce, howling wind rushed into the cabin.

Jonah's first breath of the Grey Fells tasted of dust and something sharp, almost chemical. The transport landed with a gentle bump, and they stepped out into complete ruin.

They stood in the ruins of the Greyfell outpost. The stone buildings looked like they were made of melting wax, their edges soft and dripping. A sickening, dark green slime coated everything, shining faintly in the dim light. The stench was awful - a mix of decay, acid, and something else, something alien and wrong.

"Gods above," Jax muttered, his calm face finally cracking. He knelt, his gloved fingers hovering over the mud near a half-dissolved farm tool. "No bodies. They didn't just kill everyone. They… absorbed them."

Benita walked over to a patch of the strange slime, pulling a small scanner from her medic's pack. Her expression remained neutral, but her eyes were grim. "Highly corrosive bio-agent. Complex. Unstable."

Titus moved to the perimeter, his shield raised, his eyes scanning the empty, rolling hills. "No immediate threats. But this place feels… watched."

"Alright, Jax. What are we looking at?" Seraph asked, her voice cutting through the wind.

The Hunter moved with a quiet purpose, his eyes scanning the ground. He ignored the melted buildings and the slime, focusing only on the tracks. He circled the outpost, his frown deepening with every step.

"It's wrong. All wrong," he finally said, shaking his head in frustration. He pointed to a jumble of prints near the collapsed gate. "See this? A canine print, heavy, like a dire wolf. But right on top of it, there's this." He indicated a spindly, multi-jointed insectoid track. "And this one… reptilian, three-toed. But they're all from the same damn creature. It's like three different beasts decided to walk in the exact same footsteps."

He looked up at Seraph, his experience struggling to accept the impossible truth before him. "I can't track this. I can follow the general direction of the chaos, sure, but I can't tell you what it is, how many there are, or how it moves. It's unnatural."

Seraph nodded slowly, looking over the ruined town. "Normal tracking won't work. Jonah, you're up."

Everyone looked at him. Jax let out a quiet sigh of annoyance. Titus's jaw got a little tighter.

"You're our eyes now," Seraph finished.

Jonah felt their doubt, but he ignored it. He had a job. He stepped away from the group and focused.

He didn't need a flashy gesture. He just reached into his Beast Space and called.

The air beside him shimmered for a moment, like heat haze on a summer road. Then, with a quiet flash, Specter was there. And then it was gone.

"Did it work?" Jax grumbled, squinting at the empty air.

"It worked," Jonah said, eyes closed. He was no longer in Greyfell's ruins. Through Specter's many eyes, the world turned into a clear map of grey and brown. He felt a light wind on its thin wings as it flew up, completely invisible against the clouds.

Specter moved like a thought, a silent ripple. It went through a rocky hill that blocked its way. Its sonar mapped the land below, even through the thick fog. Jonah guided it with his mind, sending it in a wide, silent circle out from the outpost.

For long minutes, the rest of the team stood in silence, watching Jonah stand perfectly still.

"Any century now, kid," Jax muttered under his breath.

Suddenly, Jonah's eyes snapped open. "Found them."

Seraph was instantly at his side. "Report."

"Cave system, two miles northeast," Jonah said, sounding professional. He pointed to the distant hills. "Many enemies are deep inside. But Specter found one outside, away from the others."

"What does it look like?" Seraph asked.

Jonah's mind filled with the image from Specter's senses. "It's… a mess. The body of a wolf, but its front legs are like a praying mantis's. Its back is covered in hard, bug-like armor. And its tail is long and scaly like a reptile's, ending in a stinger. It's twitchy but fast."

Jax whistled softly. "Gods, no wonder the tracks were a nightmare."

Seraph nodded, her mind already formulating a plan. "This is our chance. A lone target. We can ambush it, disable it, and get what we need without alerting the entire nest." She looked at Jonah. "Your primary objective is to get a clean essence sample. We need to know what we're up against."

"Understood," Jonah said. He needed that essence. It was the only way they could understand these monsters and figure out how to beat them.

"Alright, ASTF," Seraph called out, her voice low but carrying over the wind. "We're moving out. Stay sharp, stay quiet."

The team moved together, their old tension gone, replaced by a focus on the coming fight. They were an odd mix: a soldier, a hunter, a healer, and a creator. But they had one goal.

Jonah walked behind Titus's wide back, his mind connected to the invisible specter flying ahead, guiding them through the dangerous land.