The ground shook faintly under the force of hurried footsteps as Michael and his group rushed back toward the camp. The closer they got, the clearer the shift became. What should have been the usual hum of conversation had turned into a sharper, louder, and filled with unease commotion.
Voices overlapped in urgency.
When they finally passed through the entrance, the sight in front of them immediately caught Michael's attention.
At the center of the camp, Myles stood surrounded by a large group of people. His companions remained close behind him, forming a natural line as the others gathered, listening closely to every word he said.
"…it's confirmed," Myles spoke, his tone carrying enough weight to keep everyone's focus. "Red is already preparing to attack. We saw movement near their side. They're not waiting anymore."
The crowd reacted instantly. Low murmurs spread like ripples, fear creeping into their expressions.
