Instincts Screaming

A few days earlier.

In a small, secluded hut in the wilderness, far from any known settlements or well trodden paths.

The hut was weathered and old, almost camouflaged by the overgrown vegetation surrounding it.

Inside, the dim light of a single lantern flickered, casting long shadows across the cramped room.

Two figures stood by a table, their features obscured by the dark hoods and cloaks they wore. Both of them were dressed in stealthily, dark attire that blended seamlessly with the shadows.

It was clear they were making every effort to conceal their identities.

The taller of the two broke the silence first, his voice low and gravelly.

"Is it done?"

The second figure, slightly shorter but with an air of composed authority, nodded.