The bodies hadn't even finished falling before the camp went dead quiet.
Three hunters lay motionless on the dirt, smoke rising from the clean holes burned through their chests. The smell of scorched cloth mixed with the morning air was thick enough to choke on. People stared, frozen where they knelt, eyes wide and empty.
Then the red hound snapped.
*Woof*
A furious bark, raw and heartbroken, tore from its throat. It lunged, eyes burning, claws digging trenches into the soil as it charged straight for Myra, intending to take revenge for its fallen master.
It didn't even get close, though.
Myra barely twitched—just lifted a hand delicately, as though gesturing to a waiter.
"Kneel."
A crushing force slammed the hound into the earth. Bones cracked under the pressure. It yelped once, a strangled cry, before a robot coolly raised its blaster and ended it with three sizzling shots.
Silence dropped again.
A silence that didn't belong to a safe zone anymore.
