Bloody trap

In a dark and foreboding cave deep in the heart of the mountains, tension hung in the air like a heavy fog. Six of Moga's henchmen, grim-faced and armed to the teeth with weapons that Baktou and his team left in the mines, crept into the main cave. They had come to take the women and children to the treacherous mines, heedless of the tears and pleas that filled the caves.

Moga's men entered cautiously, their eyes flickering in the inky darkness. But to their surprise, the main cave was eerily empty. "What's going on? Our men should be guarding the entrance? Are they slacking?" one of them muttered, casting a suspicious glance at his companions.

Undeterred, they pressed deeper into the cave, their footsteps echoing ominously. As they ventured further, the scent of iron and decay began to assault their senses. A dreadful feeling gnawed at the pit of their stomachs.