It didn't take long before only a handful of rangers remained—
Just four out of the dozens who had once roamed the dense forest.
Among them was Rosie, who had lost every single member of her group.
Not through bad luck, but through cold calculation—she had used her own allies as little more than human shields, sacrificial pawns to slow down threats while she slipped away untouched.
Then there was Luka, who hadn't so much as broken a sweat.
Bored out of his mind, he had spent most of the event perched high in the treetops, casually observing the chaos unfold beneath him.
The last two were wildly different from each other.
One was a shadow—silent, still, and utterly unreadable.
The man had concealed himself so well he might as well have been part of the forest itself, his camouflage so flawless that not a single movement gave him away.
The other, in contrast, was a deranged battle junkie.
