They led the newly rescued women back to the village.
The morning sun cast golden rays over the horizon, but it could not wash away the horror of the night before. The villagers watched in stunned silence as the Shadow Guard returned, silent and graceful like wraiths. The rescued women—battered, dirty, and hollow-eyed—walked with shaky steps, clinging to each other for strength. Some wept silently. Others simply stared forward, numb.
But their eyes—oh, their eyes held a strange mix of fear and awe when they looked at the warriors in black.
The memory of the previous night's battle was still fresh. The way the shadows moved with terrifying precision, how they slipped through darkness like whispers, and how their weapons found flesh with absolute certainty—it felt like watching the impossible.
The men the women had once feared—those Adal monsters with guns and twisted grins—had been slaughtered with terrifying ease.
