Back in the fortress, the commander's office remained quiet despite the tension spreading through every corner of the walls, the heavy doors shut tightly as if trying to isolate the storm gathering outside.
While inside, Grandpa Wayne sat behind his desk with his posture straight, his fingers resting lightly on the arm of his chair as his sharp eyes remained fixed on the man standing before him.
Enzo stood a few steps away, his expression calm but serious, the weight of his report evident in the slight tightening of his jaw as he spoke. "Strange movements have been observed outside the walls," he said, his voice steady. "A large number of animals are heading in our direction."
Grandpa Wayne's eyes narrowed immediately, the lines on his face deepening as his brows furrowed sharply. "Animals?" he repeated slowly, his tone carrying both doubt and calculation. "Not infected?"
