High up in the mountain, Aron and his special forces teams were pushing through the forest in full search mode.
The plan had been straightforward, three teams, triangle formation, each covering a section of the dense, wooded terrain. They were hunting for a single individual. A man known only by rumor.
Hercules.
The name alone was enough to make half the team uneasy.
The search had been going steady, until one of the squads radioed in.
They'd found something. A cabin. Hidden in the forest.
But minutes later, a scream broke through the channel.
Then… silence.
No static. No follow-up.
Just dead air.
Knowing the exact coordinates of that team, Aron had immediately rerouted, alerting the remaining squad as they raced through the woods at full speed.
"I thought you said we were after a person!" one of the squad captains snapped, panting as they dodged trees and vaulted over roots.
