A thick layer of snow covered the forest floor, muffling every step and sound. Trees loomed like silent watchers, their branches heavy with frost. Just ahead, a giant crater spread across the land, a deep wound in the ground, surrounded by towering walls built to shield the nearby base. It was cold, still, but something dangerous stirred in the woods.
Inside the walls, a squad of guards were on alert. Among them were Gare, Baret, and young Chris, no longer the unsure kid he had once been. Their eyes were sharp, their movements steady. Today wasn't just about survival—it was a coordinated hunt.
The forest echoed with a low growl. The monsters had come.
A pack of them burst through the treeline—twisted, hulking beasts with bone spikes along their backs and red, glowing eyes. Without hesitation, the three hunters charged forward together.
"Now!" Gare shouted.
