A deep silence had settled over the village. Twin moons named Ruya and Siamond painted the sky in soft silver hues, enveloping the entire forest in an unnaturally profound tranquility. Thin threads of smoke rose gently from the huts, dissolving into the cold dawn breeze, while the distant whispers of nocturnal predators echoed faintly.
The moment Bren raised his hand, his group came to a halt — it was an iron command. Every step stopped instantly. His gaze fixed on the center of the village, his face reflecting the calm confidence of a meticulously crafted plan.
He turned to Mira.
"Mira, you will circle around from the back. Use as many powerful fire spells as possible to burn the huts, then retreat immediately. Make absolutely certain that no one sees you."
Mira gripped her staff more firmly; confidence sparkled in her eyes.
"Understood."
Bren shifted his attention to Kovo, his voice steady and resolute.
