The entire place had become a frozen graveyard. Not a single drop of blood remained, no footprints, no corpses — only the biting cold wind and the silence of death. The frost-covered trees stood still, like sentinels watching over those who had vanished.
Standing afar, the Scar-eyed Captain Eager took a long drag from his cigarette, his breath fogging in the freezing air. His sharp eyes scanned the area with growing frustration.
"What the hell is this situation?" he muttered, the bitterness in his voice cutting through the silence. "How can an entire squad just disappear without a trace?"
"That's what I'm thinking too, Sir," replied Vice Captain Jamie, stepping beside him, his face pale from the cold and tension.
Eagerly exhaled smoke, the tip of his cigarette glowing faintly. "I'm sure the Ice Elves had a hand in this. They're denying it, of course, but it reeks of their doing."
