Daylight was fading, and darkness would soon become their ally as they moved away from the valley that had become the graveyard of a battle that could have become their graveyard.
The group set off again, twilight enveloping them in its protective shadow.
The mercenaries advanced cautiously along the steep path leading down from their hiding place, each step calculated not to betray their presence.
The smell of blood and death, which had permeated the valley, seemed to follow them like a sinister shadow.
Tena and Ultia took their temporary role as scouts to heart, carefully observing the road that wound through the dense forest leading to Lapi.
If an orc army had passed through the valley, it meant that the situation in the south was far more serious than anyone thought.
Even Lapi could be in danger at this rate.
