As evening fell and the first stars began to twinkle in the darkening sky, Wallace's unease grew into a gnawing sense of dread. Something was wrong, but he couldn't put his finger on it. The forest remained silent, the horned tribe hidden away within its depths.
Mendez approached once more, his face lined with worry. "My lord, the men are growing anxious. They've been on high alert all day, but there's still no sign of the enemy. What should we do?"
Wallace took a deep breath, his mind made up. "We hold our positions. I don't like this, Mendez. It feels like they're playing a game, trying to wear us down. But we won't fall for it. We'll stay vigilant, and we won't make the first move."
Mendez nodded, his respect for Wallace evident in his eyes. "Understood, my lord. I'll see to it that the men remain ready."
