Morok and his team knew that Adam Vinter had to be somewhere in this area. They weren't able to meet at the borderline as planned, but they understood that he hadn't left the Primal Lands yet.
"Boss, what do you think? Who could have attacked Ramilo?" The muscular man said in a low voice. He sat next to a rock, looking bored as he broke one stone after another like nuts.
The young man who had lost his right arm in the clash with Ramilo looked at the campfire with a slight frown. He wasn't angry at his leader or even at Ramilo. The target of his discontent was someone else.
"What the hell were they thinking? Did they really believe that this bitch, Liliane, and the fifth team were enough to kidnap Adam Vinter? No matter where he is or what situation he's in."
The woman sitting to his right, smoking, blinked slowly.
