The dull roar of engines grew louder, culminating in the appearance of the US military convoy. The vehicles, covered in dust from their journey, pulled to a stop, abruptly ending the duels that were taking place. As the dust settled, the soldiers, wearing their camo uniforms and carrying weapons, disembarked swiftly, forming a defensive line around the perimeter. The scene gave an immediate sense of authority, making everyone present rethink their actions.
At the forefront was Sergeant Dylan, a tall, imposing figure with a chiseled jaw and a no-nonsense demeanor. Two dozen soldiers flanked him, all scanning the crowd with practiced ease, their fingers hovering near their triggers. But despite his composure, Dylan's eyes widened in genuine surprise at the spectacle before him.
