With a unified battle cry, they set off toward the outpost, adrenaline surging through them as they moved through the trees, their resolve unwavering. The morning sun began to rise, casting a golden glow on the landscape and illuminating their path forward. Each step brought them closer to the outpost, and the tension in the air was palpable.
As they approached, Evelyn signaled for everyone to halt, crouching low behind the underbrush. She peered through the foliage at the outpost, which was nestled in a small clearing surrounded by wooden palisades. A few guards were lazily patrolling the perimeter, seemingly unaware of the storm that was about to descend upon them.
"Remember your roles," Evelyn whispered, looking around at her comrades. "We'll move in two groups Rowan and I will lead the charge from the front, while the archers take position on the ridge to cover us. Finn, you and the others will flank from the side to catch any stragglers."
