"Heavy boots approach through the burning forest smoke as mercenary search teams descend into the ravine."
The deep, rhythmic crunch of military combat boots grinding against wet pine needles echoed through the misty canyon. High above the forest canopy, the orange glow of the burning vehicle illuminated thick plumes of black smoke drifting through the towering evergreen trees. The air tasted of sulfur, hot oil, and scorched earth. The stench of high-octane gasoline hung heavy over the ravine floor, mixing with the crisp, cold scent of mountain rain.
Bisma lay pressed flat against the damp earth, his chest heaving as he fought to keep his breathing completely silent. He held Meira tightly against his ribcage, shielding her limp body with his own. She was shivering uncontrollably, her
