The moment the signal was given, Asher and Caden moved.
Their footsteps pounded against the training ground as they charged forward—not recklessly, but with deliberate aggression. The two of them had been assigned to the left flank, where Astron's strategy would be put to the test.
The plan was simple.
Overload one side, make it look like brute force, and bait the enemy into shifting more bodies to counter.
A crude plan. One that relied on the enemy underestimating them.
If their opponents were sharp enough to see through the bait, then things would get dangerous.
And yet…
'He looked pretty confident there.'
Asher glanced briefly in Astron's direction.
Asher's eyes flicked toward Astron's position.
Or rather—where Astron was supposed to be.
But he was gone.
'When did he—?'
There was no sign of movement, no trace of his departure. One second he had been there, calmly standing in place. The next—vanished.
Asher didn't like that.
