General Helliana and a few chosen soldiers moved in the shadow, her elite unit following closely behind.
Their movements were a masterclass in stealth and precision, honed through countless practice and battles. Each step was calculated, each breath controlled.
The din of battle raged around them, but they were silent, slipping through the chaos like phantoms.
As they approached the enemy lines, Helliana raised her hand, signaling her unit to halt. She surveyed the terrain, her keen eyes picking out the weak points in the Hobgoblin defenses.
With a nod, she led her warriors forward, weaving through the enemy ranks with practiced ease. Hobgoblins fell to their blades without a sound, their deaths unnoticed amidst the clamor of the main battle.
