A similar procession unfolded in the camp area assigned to King Brancandon and his troops. The air was thick with sorrow, yet the soldiers stood tall, their voices rising in solemn tribute to the fallen. The flickering torches cast long shadows across the encampment, illuminating the grief etched into their faces.
Meanwhile, at ZamCorp Base Two, the sky churned with swirling gases, a fusion of red and yellow streaks that pulsed like a living entity. Through the dense atmosphere, an aircraft emerged—sleek, futuristic, its transparent glass reflecting the chaotic beauty of the skies.
Inside, Jasmine, Brenda, George, and Sargent Ka sat in silence, their minds still grappling with the journey they had undertaken. The aircraft descended smoothly, and as the mist cleared, they realized they had returned to the exact spot where George Senior had first picked them up.
