The morning mist had yet to disperse, and the air around the camp carried the damp, scorched smell of smoke. The Hunters had gone without sleep all night. The bonfire burned on, its light reflecting their taut expressions. After several days of continuous contact, everyone understood that the enemy was no mere wild beast, but a group capable of rapidly imitating and evolving.
Footsteps sounded in the distance. At first they were muffled, then grew clearer and clearer. The tree line parted, and a line of figures emerged. Leading them was Icarus, a Hunter from the Association. Tall and stern, he swept a scrutinizing gaze across the camp. Beside him was Linas, carrying a massive metal case and walking with steady steps. Several other Association Hunters stood to either side, bringing new medicines, supplies, and communication devices.
Palm hugged her notebook, a glimmer appearing in her eyes. Knuckle clenched his fists and muttered, "They're finally here."
Icarus walked up to Morel and spoke briskly. "Headquarters has ordered us to take over the front line immediately. Give me a brief rundown."
Morel exhaled a plume of smoke, his voice low. "High-level individuals have appeared in the core region. Swarms of more than a hundred soldiers are moving in perfect formation. Lines have appeared on the outskirts as well, with increasing frequency. We can confirm this isn't a chaotic gathering. It's an organized deployment."
Linas set down the metal case and opened it. Inside, medicines and compressed food were arranged in neat rows. He spoke in a muffled voice. "Supplies are limited. They'll last only a few days. Headquarters understands how serious the situation is, so they ordered us to launch a combined assault immediately and stop the ant swarm from spreading outward."
Knov adjusted his glasses and said coldly, "Either we