Deep in the darkness, six eyes watched the figure moving through the trench ahead. None of them spoke for a while, and their gazes remained fixed on the lone awakener walking through the passage with an unusually relaxed posture.
There was something unsettling about how calmly he moved through such a dangerous place.
"We follow the plan," one of them muttered, his voice barely audible above the faint sound of the wind moving through the trench. "After the first bend, we take him down."
The other two nodded without saying anything.
They had done this before, and none of them considered the task particularly difficult.
If they acted quickly and avoided making unnecessary noise, they could finish the job before anyone discovered what had happened.
One of the figures adjusted the position of his dagger while another checked the arrow resting against his bowstring. The third remained silent, studying the surroundings with a cautious gaze.
