Zack's POV
It was a starlit night and in the grasslands that stretched across Afvelon, everything seemed calm and quiet. Too quiet for a place known for the sound of hooves running across the savannah even during the middle of the darkest of nights. Not a centaur was in sight, nor even a night owl. With scarcely any tree to take cover in, the army of elves-at least half of them was laying flat on the ground, hiding in the tall blades of grass that stretched below the castle that lay before them. Zack kept his eyes on the castle gates, waiting for it to appear.
"It's been too long since they've gone in," Droth said, turning to him in irritation. "We should move."