The air in the dilapidated wilderness carried the scent of damp earth and decaying vegetation, with a thin mist hanging low near the horizon. Bruce walked along the overgrown muddy path, step by step, approaching the ruined stone flower bed. The pebbles under his feet emitted a faint crunching sound. He furrowed his brow slightly, his nostrils twitching, as he activated his enhanced sense of smell.
A mix of odors assaulted his senses: dust, mold, sweat, wood, old metal, and the metallic scent of blood—a lingering, brutal aura permeated the air.
He silently made his way through this desolate area, and before him suddenly appeared a makeshift camp: wooden planks nailed together to form shelters and faded tents surrounded the center of the clearing, where four people were circling each othe
