The night was dense, only pierced by the low, silver hue of the moon up in the sky.
Silence blanketed the landscape, punctuated by the occasional howl and the distant cries of pain.
Amidst the settling dust and lingering cries, the silhouettes of Axton and his group stood out, their faces illuminated by victorious smirks.
Finally, as the echoes of the battle outside faded, the ground beneath them trembled.
*Boom!*
Suddenly, like a wave rushing to shore, stones and boulders shattered, propelled upwards in a symphony of chaos. Through the mist of the settling debris, four figures emerged.
Axton initiated a slow clap, the sound echoing eerily across the open expanse, "Bravo! Bravo, princess! You surely are stronger and tenacious than you appear to be, and should I add…so fucking hot. I don't think even the president's daughter is as pretty as you. Look, me and my friends are already hard," he jeered, his grin wolfish.
