A Dothan warrior, clad in thick, fur-padded attire rushed forward and dropped to one knee before Zilpah. "Commander, judging by the depths of their footprints, they are just two days away. We should go after them."
Zilpah raised an eyebrow, her expression contemplative. Although she felt the itch to chase, capture and hand Kryos's vessel over to her brother—the chief of the Kratos Freeman clan. Yet, a sliver of apprehension for his strength tempered her desire. At least from what she had seen, Kryos was already a force to reckon with.
And they were on Edom's soil. In no time, Edom would send troops after them if they took any rash steps. To succeed, they needed to take control of the fortress and buy time till their main army arrived. Only then would it be the right moment to hunt down Kryos's vessel.
Zilpah licked her lips and grinned. "Let them run. The time for the hunt will definitely come."
