The figures moved with confidence, one of them crouching to inspect a fragment of a ward stone. Their deliberate actions betrayed a sense of ownership over the destruction, as if they were curators of the ruin. Unaware of the unseen eyes tracking their every move, they spoke with the assurance of people who believed themselves untouchable.
The ants shifted slightly, their movements imperceptible as they maintained a safe distance. Mikhailis suppressed a grin, his sharp mind already turning over strategies.
They think they're alone out here. That's their first mistake.