Lucius headed in the direction that the deceased soldier had indicated. He had little choice but to trust the man's last words.
The forest around him was alive with the sounds of animals and insects, and he moved through it with a sense of urgency, like a predator in pursuit of its prey, heedless of concealing his own presence.
As he continued on, his frustration grew, his brow furrowing as he scoured the area. The silence of the forest was only broken by the occasional rustling of leaves under his feet.
But then, in the distance, a cacophony of fighting, shouting, and swearing reached his ears. Lucius abruptly halted, raising a cloud of dust as he changed direction, his senses honing in on the sound of clashing weapons and furious voices.
"Bitch, how do you plan to escape now?" The forceful female voice echoed through the forest, catching Lucius's attention.
