The aftermath of the battle left the camp in a state of chaotic relief. The rogues, now leaderless, either fled or surrendered, their spirits broken with The Shadow's defeat. Alex stood at the center of the clearing, his mind racing with the implications of their victory. The immediate threat was neutralized, but questions remained—questions that needed answers.
As the sun climbed higher, casting long shadows through the trees, Marcus approached Alex, his expression a mix of concern and determination. "We've secured the area and rounded up the remaining rogues. But we found something… disturbing."
Alex's heart skipped a beat. "What is it?"
"Follow me." Marcus led Alex to a secluded part of the camp, where a large tent stood apart from the others. Inside, several warriors stood guard over a makeshift laboratory filled with strange equipment and vials of various substances.
Alex's eyes widened as he took in the sight. "What is all this?"
