Zachary sat silently on top of a tree stump. In one hand, he had hot drink, and in the other, his katana. For an odd reason, he hadn't stopped holding the katana ever since he took it from the wall in his private room.
His subordinates had gathered around his campsite, silently standing as if they were statues.
"What are others doing?" He asked from a man near him.
"They are waiting for your move." A man with a sharp jawline answered before chuckling. "They don't want to get in your way."
"Hmm..." Zachary looked at the hot drink and tilted the cup till it started spilling the drink. The hot drink seeped into the soil as the cup quickly emptied. "Then, let's move."
"Get moving!" The man with the sharp jawline barked orders and motioned for the miniature army to start moving towards Spider Hivemind Mountain.
