A week passed since Erik and the others left the outpost, but their search for the enemy base in the sector had yielded no significant results.
Erik wasn't taking this news well. He didn't have a deadline, but with each passing day, the situation in Frant could change.
Besides, the lack of progress itself frustrated him. He had been hopeful he would be able to find the outpost relatively soon, but he didn't.
In a city, there were plenty of people and of electronics to talk to and use, so it was simpler to find something for Erik, but in the wilderness, in the middle of a war, with people trying to hide bases and secrets with the best of their abilities, it wasn't simple at all.
For all he knew, the blackguards might have started communicating by using birds. That was how bad the situation was for him.
