Lucius and Charlotte patiently waited until the time was right, and he gestured for her to get ready.
As the moment finally arrived, they stealthily made their way toward the village. It was heavily patrolled, and they had to hide behind a broken tent in the outer circle.
From this vantage point, Lucius managed to catch a glimpse of the broken stone tower in the distance, its top visible among the many tents and destroyed houses in their path.
The sounds of approaching footsteps reached Lucius, causing him to grab Charlotte's hand and urgently pull her into the tent.
As the footsteps drew nearer, Lucius's eyes narrowed, and he carefully observed the shadows cast on the thin material of the tent.
With calculated silence, he dropped to the floor, gently pinning Charlotte beneath him, their hearts pounding in anticipation.
