"Have you made contact?"
"Reporting: there's still been no response."
The news could hardly have been worse.
To ensure they could detect the enemy's movements in time, every unit had to strictly follow the rules for scheduled check-ins. If they failed to make contact by the appointed time, it meant the enemy had been alerted.
"Have you found any sign of the enemy?"
The soldier's reply brought him a sliver of hope.
"We haven't found any. Just traces left by our own men."
"That's strange..."
There was no way the enemy could have had time to clean up the battlefield. Even if they'd disposed of the bodies, there would still have been signs of a struggle nearby. They'd followed the clues, only to find traces left by their own men.
All traces vanished in that area, leaving nothing behind. It was eerie and terrifying. The soldier's face turned ashen as he guessed, "Could some flying monster have carried them all off?"
The squad leader barked, "Stop spreading nonsense!"
How big would a monster have to be to carry off so many people? Wouldn't they have seen something that large flying overhead? He forced down the unease spreading through his heart and ordered, "Send the news back first!"
That was the most important thing!
Whether the missing men had died at the enemy's hands or been carried off by a flying monster, the same could happen to them. Staying alive was what mattered most right now! The group began to withdraw quietly.
They never imagined the danger would erupt at that very moment.
A strange gust of wind blew in from who knew where, stirring the leaves into a rustling murmur. The shadows of the trees danced across the ground. The squad leader's heart clenched. Before he could call a warning,