Vlad took a deep breath as he calmed his mind and body, allowing his stamina to return. The cold mountain air filled his lungs, and he felt his heartbeat slow to a steady rhythm. Thirty minutes later, he opened his eyes, and a sharp light appeared in them as he glanced at the other three.
Freya, Jormungandr, and Ouroboros nodded, understanding passing silently between them.
In the next moment, the group rose from the ground and began to descend the mountain range. They moved through the shadows, always avoiding open fields, hiding their figures with the objects around them. Rocks, trees, and the natural contours of the land became their allies as they slipped through the terrain like ghosts.
