At the border with the Yadavas, the forest floor was littered with bodies. The once lush green was now marred by the dark stains of blood, and a heavy, metallic scent lingered in the air. The rotting bodies were swarmed by flies and crows, adding to the grim scene.
A man, drenched in blood and with his clothes stained a deep crimson, wiped his hands with a look of weariness. "How many times has this happened in the past few months?" he muttered, frustration evident in his voice.
Naiki, standing close by, answered, "This is the seventh time. Our location has been less compromised recently, but the frequency of these attacks is alarming."
Sachin and Hansraj returned from their patrol, their faces set with grim determination. "Your Highness," Sachin reported, "we've checked the perimeter. It's clear."
