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The forest was dense around Dabi as he retreated from the Orkish camp.
His instincts told him he had enough distance to be out of immediate danger,
But he knew his presence would be missed, and that soon, the orcs would search the area for any trace of the spy who had sown such chaos.
He glanced over at his pets. Nyx, with its silent, spectral form, moved with a grace that allowed it to vanish into the shadows with ease.
Fen and Whity, though more noticeable, had been invaluable in their recent confrontations with orc scouts, and their loyalty brought him a rare sense of comfort in the dangerous world he was navigating.
"We're moving deeper," Dabi whispered, barely audible even to himself.
He sensed his pets' shared understanding. He was not going to retreat any further but would push closer to the Orkish Kingdom's core.
Only there could he uncover more about the powerful leaders responsible for orchestrating the invasion.
