The swamp was eerily quiet as Ashen and his companions moved through the dense foliage. They knew the enemy was close, but the Ironclad Dominion was cunning. The next encounter would not be as straightforward as the last. Ashen's mind raced with strategies, analyzing every possible move the Dominion could make.
As they approached a narrow path leading to a clearing, Jaecar held up his hand, signaling everyone to stop. He knelt down, inspecting the ground carefully.
"They've been here," Jaecar whispered, pointing to a faint trail of disturbed earth. "But they're not moving in a straight line. They're trying to bait us into a trap."
Ashen nodded, appreciating Jaecar's sharp instincts. "Let's not give them what they want. We'll flank them instead and catch them off guard."
Heqet stepped forward, her connection to the swamp heightening her senses. "I'll use the swamp's mist to conceal our approach. They won't see us coming."
