In the following days, Kazuichi Stronghold and Scarlet Blood Stronghold worked in unison like two gears in a well-oiled machine. The combined efforts of both fortresses were necessary if they wanted to stand a chance against the looming threat of mindless Hybrid armies. The scouts, now doubled in numbers, moved like shadows in the wilderness, vigilant in their task to track any sign of movement from the enemy. Tensions were high, but no one complained—everyone understood the stakes.
Beneath the canopy of trees and the cold mountain winds, the scouts communicated with hand signals, keeping silent as they traveled farther than usual. The atmosphere crackled with anticipation. Every shift in the bushes, every distant howl, had their weapons ready, poised to strike. They couldn't afford any mistakes.
