The night has fallen.
Under the pressure of the firelight, the thick fog retreated outside of the rock shelter, completely isolating the small camp from the outside world, filled with the unknown and danger.
Seven people sat around the blazing campfire. Although the atmosphere was grave, it was no longer as tense as when they had just set out.
Their coordinated combat during the day and successful pursuit had established an invisible bond of trust among them.
The crackling of the flames was the only warm sound in this deathly quiet mountain forest.
The warriors meticulously carried out their daily routine maintenance, completely disassembling their firearms, and every part was polished to a shine using specialized gun oil and cleaning cloths.
In this damp environment, any negligence could lead to weapon failure at the most critical moments.
In the firelight, the cold metal reflected a deadly sheen, which contrasted with the focused and resolute faces of their owners.
