The cabin offered a temporary respite, a sanctuary from the storm that raged outside. The fire crackled in the hearth, casting dancing shadows on the walls. It was a scene of domesticity, a stark contrast to the violence they had just escaped.
Nan Te, his injuries tended to, sat by the fire, his gaze fixed on the flames. His face was pale, his body stiff with pain. But his spirit was unbroken.
Wu Xiufan, his usual composure slightly ruffled, paced the floor, his mind racing. He was the strategist, the planner, and the protector. The attack on them was a clear message: they were being hunted.
Alex, his body aching, sat in a corner, his mind replaying the events of the night. He had fought with a ferocity he didn't know he possessed. But the adrenaline rush had worn off, leaving him with a sense of exhaustion and a growing realization of the danger they faced.
