Arthur exhaled slowly and mapped the entire camp in his head. Patrol paths, blind spots, movement patterns, escape routes. He imagined where he would step, where he would strike, and where he would disappear.
Only when everything felt clear did he move.
"Alright," he whispered. "Let's begin."
He slipped forward like a shadow.
Intent Step.
His figure blurred, appearing behind a broken structure at the edge of the camp. He landed without sound, already sensing the distortions around him.
Two goblin warriors stood nearby, talking in rough guttural sounds.
Arthur didn't hesitate.
A flash of movement.
A clean slash.
Shk.
Both collapsed before their voices could rise.
He dragged the bodies aside quickly and moved on.
His plan had begun.
Unlike the first camp, this one was structured. There were clear zones, patrol units, and centralized positions. The goblins moved with strange order, almost like trained soldiers guarding territory.
