Hezrou(1)

She plunged into the sea of trees, following her subordinates who had spotted suspicious movements in the area. She wanted to see with her own eyes what could threaten her escort mission.

For once, she had left her spear behind, opting for a medium-length sword, more manageable in the dense tangle of the forest.

Her steps were quick but controlled, imbued with calculated discretion. She trusted her abilities, but she knew it was better not to attract unnecessary attention. After all, in such an unpredictable place, every movement could have consequences.

If it's an enemy scout team, or worse, a full deployment, we need to be careful.

The enemy forces were no longer as careless as before. They no longer sent weak soldiers to scout their controlled areas.

Upon arriving, Estia spotted one of her men, lying flat on the ground, scanning something with intense concentration. She crouched beside him, attentive.