The group of guards moved swiftly, making their way toward the Pyrolf territory.
The sun hung high, making the desert even more unbearable as they finally arrived at their destination.
But the moment they saw it, they all froze. There was nothing. No Pyrolfs. No Alpha. Not even a single trace of anything.
The entire area was barren, except for scorched marks on the ground, as if something had burned away everything.
One of the guards stepped forward, shielding his eyes from the glaring sun. "This… doesn't make any damn sense."
Another knelt down, running his fingers through the ash-covered sand, confused.
"We saw the lights from here, right? That means there should be something left. But… there's nothing. Not even corpses."
A younger soldier scanned the area. "The Pyrolfs lived here. Even if they lost a fight, there would be traces. Bones, blood, or something!"
He kicked the ground in frustration, sending up a small cloud of dust.
