Alric moved silently through the thick jungle, every step measured and calculated. His eyes scanned the ground, picking up the faintest traces of Ron's path. Broken twigs, the faint imprint of a boot in the mud, a crushed leaf—all signs that his prey was close.
'There's no time to waste,' Alric thought, his expression calm but his mind racing. 'Korvan is walking into a trap, and the longer I linger, the closer he gets to his end. I have to secure my way out before it all falls apart.'
Not long after, Alric's keen eyes caught sight of movement up ahead. He crouched low, his body blending into the shadows of the trees. There, just beyond the clearing, he saw them.
