The morning sun filtered through the thick canopy of trees, casting dappled patterns of light and shadow on the ground below. The air was crisp, with a lingering chill that promised a warm day ahead, yet an undercurrent of tension buzzed beneath the surface. The events of the previous night were fresh in everyone's mind, and the atmosphere in the camp was thick with unspoken questions and unease.
Kazuichi, Arisu, Ayaka, Lea, and Jurou moved through the camp, their minds still reeling from the chaotic encounter with the other Hybrids. The confusion and mistrust that had led to the confrontation had left a sour taste in their mouths, and none of them could shake the feeling that something much larger was at play. They exchanged glances as they walked, each one trying to piece together the fragments of the puzzle.
