The messenger returned, his face filled with concern. "Marquess, the Barlia camp has also suffered a loss of rations," he informed Hector, his voice tinged with worry.
Hector's eyes narrowed as he processed the information. "Did they see where these infiltrators went?" he asked urgently, hoping to gather any clue that could lead them to the culprits.
The messenger nodded. "People in Barlia said these infiltrators were last seen moving to the south," he replied, his tone revealing the gravity of the situation.
"South..." Hector repeated, his mind racing with possibilities. "If they are heading in that direction, does that mean they are going back to Szazki?"
The urgency in Marquess Hector's voice reverberated through the camp. It was evident that their pursuit of the infiltrators had just begun, and the stakes had never been higher.
The fate of this campaign hung in the balance, and swift action was paramount.
