"Ah!" He screamed as he was thrown from a tall height. The entire fort was filled with trees, and as he bumped into those branches, which scratched his face, his cheeks, and even his limbs, he curled himself into a ball while landing on the muddy ground.
"Fuck," he cursed under his breath.
His entire uniform had become dirty, and he needed to go to the base camp as well. He got on his feet and started to run with his eyes closed. Although he had come here after a long time, he knew the way by heart, not by mind. The forests were created to hide the illusion magic that distorted the way.
After about a few minutes, he had arrived at the base camp, which reeked of blood. Hael opened his eyes and saw the fort neat and clean. He rushed towards the fort, which was guarded by the soldiers.
