The orcs moved cautiously, their pace steady but controlled. They took winding paths, navigating through thick underbrush, crossing narrow streams, and slipping between thick trees.
Nox studied their movements with mild amusement. They were trying to throw him off, to make it difficult to memorize the way.
It was a clever attempt. But useless.
With his keen senses and intelligence, Nox had already mapped out the terrain. Even if they tried to deceive him, it wouldn't work.
Solora slithered lazily beside him, clearly enjoying the growing unease among the orcs.
The group moved through the dense wilderness, a mix of towering trees and jagged cliffs surrounding them. Despite their outward wariness, the orcs were quick and efficient in navigating the terrain, their heavy footsteps barely making a sound. It was clear that they knew this land well.
