A New Threat Approaches

The morning light grew stronger, illuminating the ravaged valley entrance. The air reeked of rot and blood, while an acrid stench rose from the mud and spread into every corner. A breeze brought a touch of coolness, but it could not mask the blood and death all around them.

Ryan leaned against the rock wall, his lean frame supported by two blades planted in the mud. Blood still seeped from the wound on his shoulder, staining his charred sleeve red. He did not move. His eyes remained fixed on the three newcomers. They were reinforcements, but he knew better than to trust anyone completely in enemy territory.

The three were clearly battle-hardened Hunters, agile and alert. Their leader stood a little taller than the others. A heavy helmet hid his face, leaving only his sharp eyes visible. The second was somewhat shorter but carried a greatsword on his back and radiated an imposing presence. The third was younger, his gaze still inexperienced, though the longbow in his hand and quiver on his back made his specialty clear.

They formed a small circle and exchanged glances. The weight in the air made everything feel more tense. The lead Hunter spoke first, his voice low but clear. "Are you a Hunter? This area..."

Ryan lowered his head with effort and forced himself to speak. "Yes..." His voice was hoarse, his throat hurting as though a blade were scraping it. "Last night... attacked... Ant-Men..."

His answer was brief, but it was enough for the three to realize that what had happened here was far more complicated than they had expected. Rather than question him at once, the lead Hunter signaled the other two to stay alert and stepped closer. He unfastened the heavy bow at his waist, crouched slowly, and began examining Ryan's