Veronica moved with lethal grace, her strikes quick and devastating. Despite their best efforts, the creatures kept coming, and it became clear that this was not a simple raid; this was an organized assault.
As the battle raged on, John noticed something in the distance – a figure standing at the edge of the forest, watching. "There!" he shouted, pointing.
Veronica followed his gaze, her eyes narrowing. "That must be the source. Natasha, with me. John, keep them at bay."
Together, Veronica and Natasha charged towards the figure, their movements synchronized. The figure didn't flinch, even as they closed the distance. As they neared, they could see it was a man, his eyes glowing with the same malevolence as the creatures.
"You're too late," he sneered, his voice dripping with contempt. "The master's plans are already in motion."