When I reached the forest, where the next phase of the plan was to unfold, an unexpected and chaotic sight greeted me.
Suspended mid-air, I gazed down at the scene below. The forest floor had become a battleground, alive with the sounds of clashing steel and the cries of combatants. The Templar Knights were engaged in a fierce skirmish with a group of unknown attackers. Their movements were quick and disciplined as they formed a protective perimeter around the carriages. Yet, even their precision wasn't enough to suppress the chaos.
As if that weren't enough, a third faction had entered the fray. Their presence added to the confusion, attacking both the Templar Knights and the mysterious group of aggressors indiscriminately.
Three parties, locked in a chaotic triangle of conflict. And at the center of it all, the carriage—a clear and unyielding target for everyone but the knights.
