The night air was thick with tension as Silent led a group of William's most trusted men along the banks of the river. The moon cast an eerie glow on the churning waters below, the sound of the rushing current filling the silence. Silent's face was unreadable, but there was a cold determination in his eyes as they scanned the river's edge.
"We have to find her," Silent said, his voice low and menacing. "William will not tolerate failure."
The men nodded in unison, their flashlights cutting through the darkness as they searched the area. Some took to the river in boats, their oars slicing through the water as they looked for any sign of Stella. Others scoured the forested banks, their eyes sharp for any clue that she might have survived.
After what felt like hours, one of the men shouted, "Over here!"
