Loosing

My gaze was straight, staring meaninglessly at several team-shaped people scattering to the various destroyed sides of the building. For almost two hours, they hadn't found Axe's whereabouts. I don't know if they searched all over the ruins or not. While the night was getting late, it would be difficult to search.

There were a few things that made the team argue, one of which was the hand I found. Most of them were of the opinion that the rest of Axe's body was scattered, difficult to identify. But others, especially me, still believed there were pieces of Axe's body because of the explosion.

They actually found two or three skeletons, belonging to other people. Hema said that some of Uncle Danial's bodyguards were on the third floor enjoying the party. Perhaps the skeletons belonged to them.

"We didn't find anything here."

The team from camp A shouted, probably tired - working for nothing. As they said, there was nothing there. Not only that, the B team also said the same thing.

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