Hunt for Zigalt

Darius and Morgana walked side by side toward the encampment, the heavy sound of Darius boots and the sound of Morgana's heels crunching against the dirt road mingling with the faint rustling of trees in the distance. The air was thick with the smell of smoke and the distant echoes of soldiers shouting orders. The camp loomed ahead, tents clustered like mushrooms sprouting after a storm.

"Declaration of war against Zigalt happened sucessfully," Darius began, his tone calm but edged with seriousness. "Just as we expected, they tried to play the giants against us."

Morgana glanced at him, raising an eyebrow. "And? Did it work?"