Ben look around the battlefield, taking in the carnage. Black blood soaked the ground, broken bodies of Ravagers and Krell littering the area. His eyes flicked toward where the leader had been. Nothing. Gone. His fingers curled into a fist. 'That bastard… it used the chaos to escape.'
He let out a slow breath. Chasing after it wasn't worth the risk. Who knew what kind of creatures were lurking out there, just waiting for him to wander into their hunting grounds? Sure, he could regenerate. Sure, he could fight. But he wasn't some battle-crazed lunatic. His goal here was simple—resources, expansion. Nothing more.
Ben stretched his arms, rolling his shoulders. 'This place will do.' A temporary outpost—somewhere to collect materials and regroup when needed.
