In Blue Haven Shelter, far away from the Ghoul Shelter of the Phoenix Phalanx Clan, Fiona sat cross-legged in her meditation chamber.
There were plenty of empty food containers around her. They hadn't been cleaned up yet because she was too busy managing her rats.
For now, the room was dim, lit only by the glow of talismans protecting her.
This was necessary to ensure that she was focused and undisturbed since her mission was quite crucial…
At this point, her eyes were closed, but her mind was wide awake, tethered to the nine rats scurrying through the forest and now slipping into Ghoul Shelter's perimeter.
Through them, she saw everything.
The fortress was immense, its walls were filled with defenses.
Watchtowers were erected at regular intervals, each manned by archers and spotters.
Barrier generators pulsed faintly, making a dome of protection that glowed like heat haze.
