Igor’s lair was a shadowy underground cavern lit by flickering torches. Ancient runes and occult symbols on the walls whispered threats and secrets. Shadows danced, casting an eerie glow on Igor’s furious face.
He burst into the lair, his eyes wild with fury. “Damn it!” he shouted, his voice echoing through the cavern. His frustration filled the air, making it hard to breathe. Igor’s breath came in ragged gasps as he surveyed the hybrids who had managed to return with him. Only half his force returned, battered and beaten.
“Where are the others?” he demanded, his voice a low growl. His eyes, sharp and calculating, scanned the ragged group before him. They avoided his gaze, their heads bowed in shame and fear.
A huge hybrid, his left arm hanging limp and bloodied, stepped forward. “Dead,
