The troops emerged victorious against the swarm of mutant zombies, successfully securing the area. Panting for breath, a mix of exhaustion and relief painted their tired faces. United as an unbreakable team, they stood amidst the blend of blood and sweat.
Commander Vanguard raised his weapon triumphantly, a signal of their hard-fought victory. The air reverberated with their victorious cheers, erasing the darkness that had once shrouded the building.
Guiding his troops with unwavering determination, Commander Vanguard led them out of the cleared headquarters. Each step resounded like the thundering hooves of horses, echoing through the air.
"Our work for the day is done. Let's head home," Adrihen called out.
Agreeing with a nod, Noa was about to move forward when a flicker of shadow caught his attention. He halted in his tracks, prompting Adrihen to frown in concern.
"What's wrong?" Adrihen asked.