In the weeks that followed the battle in the mountain village, the team found themselves settling into a routine of rigorous training and strategic planning. Each day began with dawn runs through the misty woods surrounding the mansion, followed by intense combat drills in the expansive courtyard. Evenings were dedicated to studying reports of other potential threats and fine-tuning their battle strategies.
One morning, as the sun began to rise, casting a golden hue over the dewy grass, John found himself standing at the edge of the training field, lost in thought. The memory of the recent battle lingered in his mind, a reminder of the stakes they faced.
"Deep in thought, as usual," Natasha's voice broke through his reverie. She approached, her expression a mix of curiosity and concern.
John smiled faintly. "Just thinking about what comes next. We've come a long way, but I can't shake the feeling that the worst is yet to come."