Chapter 488

The Threian camp, a chaotic sprawl of tents and makeshift structures, was engulfed in flames. Thick, black smoke billowed into the twilight sky, illuminated intermittently by bursts of fire as ammunition stores exploded.

The air crackled with the heat, carrying the stench of burning flesh, timber and rubber. Khao'khen, his tusks gleaming in the firelight, surveyed the scene from a safe distance. His face remained impassive. He gestured sharply to Maghazz who responded with a guttural grunt of acknowledgement.

"Leave it," Khao'khen stated, his voice a low rumble. "The pinkskins lives are forfeit. Our prize is secured."