Chapter 132: Finn, why is there something green on your head?

Ulster, outside the city.

The vast Fiona Battle Group was marching swiftly towards their destination, but the dense fog gradually made them lose their sense of direction. The muffled footsteps and the sharp scraping of armor plates within the troop didn't carry far before being swallowed by a deathly silence.

Leading the group, Finn watched the increasingly thick white mist ahead, his brows knitting tighter. Years of military and battle experience gave rise to a strong sense of anxiety within him.

It was as if they were walking on the edge of a cliff, a single misstep would plunge them into a bottomless abyss, devoured by the surrounding silence.

"Stop!"

Sensing a strong omen of doom, Finn immediately raised his fist, making a "halt" gesture to the soldiers of the warband behind him, and then called his son from the troop—Ao Xiang, giving him a meaningful look.