The night was heavy with silence as the Crimson Hawk Mercenary Group made its way back to their camp after a long, grueling day.
The ocean breeze swept across the camp, bringing with it the scent of salt and saltwater. The stars above were like diamonds scattered across the void, cold and distant.
Inside the camp, the mercenaries settled down. Some went to the mess hall to drink, others cleaned their weapons or patched up wounds from the battle with the Death Ship.
Vahn sat quietly by the fire, his thoughts far from the celebration that raged around him.
The moment he had unleashed the Void singularity on the demonic octopus had left an imprint on the minds of all who had witnessed it. To many, Vahn had become something more than just a mercenary—he had become a force of nature.
Suddenly, the stillness of the night was shattered.
"Ahhh! "
A scream echoed across the camp, followed by the sharp sound of metal clashing.
"Argh!"
