In the southern forest of no man's land, a heated discussion unfolded beneath the dense canopy.
Several figures stood gathered in a rough circle; the tension in the air made it unbreathable.
Shock, disbelief, and frustration showed clearly on their faces, but none more so than Marcus, whose jaw was clenched tight as he listened to Damian speak.
"All eight bases were barren," Damian said
"They were filled with corpses and nothing else. The only common feature among them was that everybody was headless, as if someone had been collecting the heads deliberately."
He paused briefly, letting the words sink in, before continuing.
