The Predator’s Trail

The rhythmic clinking of metal filled the corridor as Commander Valerie and Larissa moved with purpose, their strides unhurried but firm. The air was thick with tension, but neither woman wavered, their gazes sharp and unwavering as they surveyed the halls.

The knights of Virencia—loyal, disciplined warriors—stood at attention along the passageways, but their expressions betrayed their confusion. They had seen the sudden shift in atmosphere and heard the clash of steel echoing through the chambers. Now, they watched as two of their highest-ranking officers strode past, their focus clear, their intent unreadable.

Larissa, ever the more direct one, slowed as she approached a nearby knight.

"Have you seen a man slipping away? Frazzled, desperate—probably trying not to look as guilty as he is," her voice was even, but the weight behind it was unmistakable.

The knight stiffened slightly at being addressed so suddenly but answered without hesitation.