the CurtainThe battlefield lay in eerie silence.The stench of blood mingled with the acrid smoke of burnt earth, hanging heavy in the cold air.Where deafening roars had shaken the land days before, only sorrowful quiet remained.Bodies of the fallen—orc and human alike—lay scattered across the broken field, a grim testament to the price of survival.Aditya stood motionless at the edge, eyes fixed on the horizon where the mysterious stranger had vanished.His clenched fist betrayed the calm mask he wore.Jiya, still trembling from exhaustion, leaned heavily on her sword.Her gaze shifted to Veer, who bore fresh wounds but whose eyes burned with fierce determination.Ashish and Anika clung to each other in silent relief, their bond a fragile light amidst the lingering darkness.For a long moment, none spoke.The silence spoke volumes.Finally, Aditya's deep voice broke the quiet."This raid is over. But the war is not."The group began moving, carrying both victory and unanswered questions as they made their way back toward Tempest.Elsewhere, in a place where reality seemed to warp, five shadowed figures stood in a circle.Their faces hidden beneath distortion, voices dripping with cold malice."The stupid Orc King is dead," one hissed, disdain thick in the tone. "Even with the gift we gave him, he failed to wield his power. As expected."A second voice, colder, added, "Now we lack experimental subjects. A wasted endeavor."Another figure chuckled bitterly."Can't we twist other monsters as we did the orcs? Bend them to our will?""No," interrupted a sharp voice. "They lack the intelligence. The orcs were unique—stubborn and proud, but capable of control. The others are just mindless beasts."There was a moment's pause.Then a hesitant voice, suggesting, "What if we inform Them—"But before the thought finished, the figure at the circle's center stepped forward.His presence weighed heavily, silencing all.His voice was firm, absolute."No. Not now. They are aware. Stirring now would bring unwanted attention."The shadows bowed their heads.The leader continued."For now, we watch and wait.We move cautiously.And when the time is right... we will strike again."The distorted chamber rippled.Their forms dissolved into darkness.Leaving only silence.Back in Tempest,The city gates glowed faintly beneath the setting sun.Survivors cheered as Aditya and his group approached.Relief mixed with mourning for those who never returned.Riya rushed forward, eyes brimming with tears of joy and worry.She embraced Jiya and Veer tightly."You're alive... thank the heavens," she whispered, voice shaking.Jiya smiled faintly."We're back."Ashish gently guided Anika forward, introducing her to Riya and the others.The reunion was bittersweet.Relief shadowed by loss.Yet amidst it all, their bond deepened—a silent promise of what was to come.Aditya stood apart, gaze lingering on the horizon.Thoughts haunted by the mysterious stranger and his overwhelming power.His words echoed in Aditya's mind:"Don't stick your nose where it doesn't belong."Far away, hidden in the shadows, the true architects of this chaos plotted their next move.