In the quiet aftermath of their victory at the hidden temple, the team gathered in the war room of the mansion, the large table strewn with maps and notes. Gilbert was busy compiling data, while Veronica, John, Natasha, and Milan recounted their experiences, planning their next moves. The mood was a mix of relief and persistent unease; they had won a significant battle, but the war was far from over.
Gilbert looked up from his laptop, his face illuminated by the screen's glow. "I've been analyzing the remaining data and communications we intercepted. There's a new threat emerging. It appears some of the higher-ranking cultists have retreated to a fortress in the mountains. They're regrouping and planning something big."
Veronica leaned in, her eyes narrowing. "What kind of fortress are we talking about?"