Lyan, Borton, and their group reached the Crown Prince's camp, nestled at the edge of Duke Ravindor's territory. The camp was a hive of activity, soldiers moving with the purpose but a lingering sense of tension hanging in the air. Lyan immediately noticed the somber expressions on the faces of the Crown Prince Erich, Royal Knight Captain Julius, Vilgira the personal guard, and Arnold the army commander. They greeted Lyan and Borton with heavy hearts, their weariness evident.
"Lyan, Borton, it's good to see you," Crown Prince Erich said, though his tone lacked its usual vigor.
"What happened?" Borton asked, frowning.
"We've been under constant attack by black-cloaked men," Julius explained. "The Duke's specialized unit, the Crows. They strike swiftly and disappear into the shadows before we can mount a proper defense."
"Guerrilla tactics," Lyan muttered. "Effective in wearing down morale and supplies."
