Troubled town

Charleston cleared his throat, the room falling into an expectant silence before he finally spoke.

"Speak," he commanded in a cracked voice, his tone heavy with authority despite the strain.

"Still no sign of the creatures that emerged from the eggs, sir," a young man seated in the room reported firmly. "I instructed the Rotors to search both the Cursed Rocks and Spring Island, but there's still no trace of them."

"Damn it," Charleston muttered, running a hand over his weary face. His brows furrowed deeply as worry etched itself onto his features. "Where could they have gone? The eggs hatched recently, which means whatever was inside is still a baby. They couldn't have gone far."