The Arcadian army continued marching through the occupied territory while thousands of soldiers steadily advanced along the dusty roads under the watchful eyes of their commanders.
Horses moved in long lines. Supply wagons rolled forward one after another. Knights remained alert while constantly scanning the surroundings because no one could predict when another ambush might occur.
The atmosphere during the past few days had been especially tense.
Ever since the traitor had been exposed, suspicion quietly spread through the higher ranks of the army. Although nobody openly discussed it, almost everyone seemed to be carrying an invisible burden on their shoulders. Conversations became shorter. Smiles became rarer. Even simple meetings were now filled with careful glances and guarded expressions.
However, among all of them, Ethan probably had it the worst.
