The camp was cloaked in the uneasy silence of dawn, the first light of day barely beginning to touch the sky. Alex had barely slept; his mind was consumed with thoughts of their recent encounter with The Shadow. The enemy leader had escaped, leaving a trail of chaos and questions in his wake.
Alex stood at the edge of the camp, gazing out over the forest, his mind racing with strategies and contingency plans. He knew their time was running out. The Shadow would strike again, and next time, they might not be so fortunate.
Marcus approached, his presence a steadying force. "We've doubled the patrols and fortified the perimeter, but we need to regroup and plan our next move."
Alex nodded, his gaze still fixed on the horizon. "I know. We can't afford to wait for The Shadow to come to us. We need to take the fight to him."