As dusk began to descend on the encampment, the atmosphere grew increasingly tense. Everyone knew that the dark creatures would stir again and pursue them to the ends of the earth.
The sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the battlefield. The camp was abuzz with activity as Rain and his allies prepared for the inevitable clash that lay ahead.
Soldiers moved everywhere, sharpening weapons and making final adjustments to their gear. The air was thick with the scent of metal and sweat, mingling with the cool desert breeze.
Rain was deep in thought, organizing the final details of their strategy, when a sudden commotion erupted from the direction of the food rations.
The sounds of shouting and the clatter of metal drew his attention, pulling him away from his preparations. He moved quickly, pushing through the crowd of soldiers, his heart pounding of what might be happening.
