Dagon and Veronica exchanged silent but surprised glances. Gru, their loyal border patrol guard, lay sprawled before them, his back a bloody mess. Clearly, the injuries looked like mauling by a large wild animal.
While the others looked stunned, the Red Marauders' two leaders were the least concerned about their follower's demise. Gru was a foot soldier and a dispensable member of their group. They could always recruit more bodies. However, the news the man declared during his last moments was unsettling.
"That's impossible!" Veronica mouthed with disdain. "There is no way the bloody panther survived last night's battle! Our mercenaries riddled it with bullets while Dagon landed a cursed grenade on its side. I saw the fatal wounds with my own eyes!"