Anthea raised her head to gaze at the canyon, her eyes regaining their sharpness.
The setting sun revealed an incomplete portion of the canyon.
Nightfall was imminent, only two hours away.
As the team began to enter the canyon passage, the formation gradually stretched out.
They ventured into the winding canyon.
At a particular turn, Anthea sniffed the air, detecting a strong, pungent scent of blood.
Something felt off. Anthea raised an eyebrow as she noticed fresh blood stains on the ground.
This was not right!
Anthea's heart skipped a beat. She swiftly waved her hand, signaling the team to halt, and scanned the surroundings with vigilance.
Be careful! Stop moving forward and be on alert!"
The army stopped halfway and stood guard.
A Holy Paladin's vice-captain of the Holy Court approached Anthea, asking in a low voice, "Commander Anthea, what's happening?"
