The aftermath of the skirmish lay before Cassandra, the eerie gas dissipating as the Silver Fang Pack warriors regained control of the situation. Some of the rogues, poorly covered and unable to withstand the poisonous fumes, had collapsed. Cassandra's keen eyes noted their feeble attempts to shield themselves, but they were no match for the disciplined and well-trained warriors of the Silver Fang Pack.
As the air cleared, Apollo surveyed the scene with a mix of satisfaction and concern. "Well done, everyone. Secure the area and tend to the fallen," he commanded, his authoritative voice cutting through the lingering tension.
Cassandra through mind link reached Apollo, "What was their purpose? Why provoke us with this gas?" she asked, her eyes narrowing in contemplation.
Apollo shook his
