Henry stood silent, his fingers beating rhythmically on his lips as he tried to think of a way out of this situation. It's been a few hours since he guided his team down the mountain, assuming a position where they could clearly see the way up the mountain and the forest that surrounded the mountains.
A thousand enemies were crouching inside that forest, surrounding him and closing all exit roads. It was impossible to escape from the other side of the mountain, since it was a steep precipice that ended crashing against the raging ocean. Henry could try leading them to the other mountains, but the difficult terrain and the rarefied air would make it a difficult job. Furthermore, they had little to no resources to survive an entire journey towards other peaks, meaning that apart from him, the others would probably die.
