Before they could celebrate Swan's victory, shadows emerged from everywhere, grotesque figures stepping into the dim light. Hundreds of cannibals surrounded them, their faces smeared with mud and blood, their torn clothes hanging like loose shrouds from their skinny frames. But the most unsettling part wasn’t their savage appearance—it was their weapons. They wielded rusted axes, chipped blades, and swords stained with dried blood, tools that hinted at a disturbing level of organization ...