The Trap is Set

Evelyn stood at the edge of the command tent, watching as her soldiers moved with careful precision. Every order given, every movement made, was part of a larger plan—one that would reveal the traitor before it was too late.

Kael approached, his expression grim. "The false report has been spread. If the enemy has spies among us, they'll move soon."

Lysara nodded, gripping the hilt of her blade. "We've stationed watchers near the eastern walls. Anyone who sneaks off or sends a message will be intercepted."

Evelyn's mind raced through possibilities. Betrayal could come from anyone, even someone they had fought beside for years. She hated the thought, but trust was a luxury they could no longer afford.

Hours passed in tense silence. The night was cold, the air thick with anticipation. Then, a sudden rustling near the supply tent caught her attention. A hooded figure slipped through the shadows, moving with careful steps toward the eastern watchtower.

Kael signaled to the guards. In an instant, they closed in, surrounding the figure. The traitor spun, drawing a dagger, but it was too late.

"Drop your weapon," Evelyn ordered, stepping forward.

The hood fell back, revealing a familiar face—one that made Evelyn's heart sink. "You?"

A flicker of guilt crossed the traitor's face before they lunged, forcing Evelyn to act fast. The trap had worked, but the battle within their own walls had only just begun.