They regrouped at what was left of a fortified outpost—if it could even be called that anymore. The once-proud walls were crumbling, charred bodies scattered across the ground, the scent of burnt flesh and blood thick in the air.
Anna's hands trembled slightly as she conjured a flicker of lightning, her body still exhausted.
Jason sat on a broken piece of stone, rubbing his face, exhaling sharply.
Damien simply watched the fire in the distance, feeling hollow.
Sara was the first to break the silence.
"...They came out of nowhere."
Everyone turned.
Her voice was quiet, but steady.
"One second, we were scouting. The next, they were everywhere." She swallowed. "I don't think they spawned naturally. This was—organized."
Jane leaned against her staff, her usual smirk gone.
