"Shit, it's a failure," Ralph cursed under his breath, the acrid smell of smoke and blood clinging to the air.
The mountain laboratory's collapse echoed the grim reality: similar disasters were unfolding across other sites. Some Dawnless teams, caught too close, were consumed by explosions, while others escaped just in time. But the death toll was low; the Dawnless members, infused with dragon's blood, couldn't be recognized as fully human.
"What now, sir?" a Dawnless member asked, his voice tense as debris settled around them.
Ralph's jaw tightened, his mind racing, and then it hit him. 'The tracker,' He looked around and asked, "The tracker, where is it?" The members with him also began searching in haste.
Ralph's communication device hummed.
[Sir, what should we do?] Rector's voice crackled, strained from reports flooding in.
"Has there been any reports on sites without explosions?" Ralph asked, gripping the device.
