Alex stood in the war room, staring at the map spread out before him. The locations of recent attacks were marked with red pins, each one a reminder of Morgath's relentless pursuit. His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the door creaking open. Kyle and Ethan walked in, their expressions grim.
"We've questioned everyone," Kyle said, his voice heavy with exhaustion. "No one saw anything suspicious before the battle."
Alex rubbed his temples, feeling the weight of leadership pressing down on him. "We can't afford to overlook anything. Morgath is always one step ahead."
Ethan stepped forward, his eyes filled with determination. "There's one place we haven't checked yet."
Alex looked up, curiosity piqued. "Where?"
"The old ruins," Ethan replied. "They were once a stronghold of our ancestors. If Morgath is using them as a base, it could explain how he's been able to strike so precisely."
