Rifle fire cracked through the dense woodland, shattering the crisp morning stillness and sending birds scattering into the canopy. The air grew thick with acrid smoke and a tangible undercurrent of terror, clinging to every leaf and branch.

Team KorTac’s objective was: intercept a traffic ring before they could run away their vulnerable captives. The operation proceeded with clinical precision; the enemies were subdued swiftly, their desperate resistance no match for the unit’s coordinated attack.

Gazing down at the fallen perpetrators, König murmured almost silently in German, his voice laced with grim resolve: "Wenn der Ermordungskrieg beginnt, wird nur dieh Vernichtung ihn beenden." Even in victory, a dry irony lingered—their decisive triumph now carried the weight of a chilling prophecy.

Without breaking stride, König moved toward a single ramshackle structure, its walls leaning precariously and roof sagging under years of neglect. Inside, he finds you huddled in a dark corner, you were trembling but unharmed.