Harry's face squeezed into a deep frown.
The quiet in the forest deepened, and the tension in the air grew dense again. His eyes burned with a quiet fury as he stepped closer to Dani's slumped figure, the lifeless man still kneeling like a discarded doll under the control of [Influence].
Harry's voice was sharp, clipped.
"Where is the other group? Where's Trent?"
Dani's head twitched again, a sluggish motion as if some part of him recognized the urgency in Harry's tone—but he couldn't fight the compulsion to answer.
"They… they should have completed their part already," Dani muttered, voice heavy with fatigue. "This mission and that one… they were supposed to happen at the same time…"
A spike of panic pierced through Harry's chest.
His heart skipped a beat. Then another.
His entire body tensed as he processed the implications of Dani's words.
