Grayson Resurfaces

 The camp, once a hub of quiet resistance, was now a smoldering ruin. Scarlett stood in the center of the wreckage; her heart heavy as the acrid scent of smoke filled her lungs. The ground beneath her boots was charred, the debris of what they had fought so hard to protect scattered all around.

Nathan appeared beside her, his face streaked with dirt and exhaustion.

"We held them off," he said, his voice hollow. "But it came at a cost." Nathan said his expression dull.

Scarlett nodded, her gaze falling on a nearby body covered by a tattered blanket. She clenched her fists, forcing herself to remain composed.

"We can't let this break us," she said firmly. "We still have a mission."

...

They moved like shadows through the camp, their expressions grim as they tended to the wounded and gathered what little supplies remained intact. Margot stood at an improvised table, her arm in a sling but her determination unwavering.