The Trap 2

The thunder of a thousand galloping hooves shattered the silence of the night, jolting the weary soldiers from their slumber. Men scrambled in the darkness, hands instinctively grasping for swords and spears, their hearts pounding with the primal fear of an ambush.

"Are we being attacked?" 

"I don't think so."

"It seemed like the cavalry left."

Amidst the whispers in the camp, Lara's calm voice was heard inside the tent under a tree.

"Aramis, stay with Asael. I'll inform General Norse that Bener and Captain Amnon have left for Carles," Lara said, her voice steady amid the confusion.

Aramis huffed, his brows furrowing. "Hmp. You're sounding more and more like Alaric—barking out orders like that."

Lara just shrugged and walked in unhurried strides toward the general's tent.