The acrid stench of smoke and blood hung thick in the air as Rita, Leo, and Bethany stepped into the remnants of Adrian's base.
The aftermath of Simon's rampage was nothing short of apocalyptic. Twisted metal, broken bodies, and scorched earth stretched as far as the eye could see.
Every step they took crunched against debris, the silence punctuated only by the distant crackle of dying fires.
Bethany led the way, her movements confident but guarded. Her green skin seemed to shimmer in the faint light, a stark contrast against the desolation around them.
Rita followed closely behind, her hands fidgeting nervously, while Leo lingered at the rear, his sharp eyes scanning the wreckage for any sign of movement.
The tension between them was palpable, an unspoken unease that hung heavy in the air.
"He's gotta be here somewhere," Bethany muttered, her voice low but firm. "No way Simon's dead. He's too stubborn for that."
