On the edge of the Black Forest camp, under the cover of night, several high-speed figures darted swiftly across the outermost fence line.
They were moving so fast that the soldiers patrolling the perimeter failed to notice anything unusual.
Even the elite scouts—those with enhanced abilities and extraordinary night vision—did not pick up on these fast-moving targets.
Once they crossed the outer fence, the figures quickly dispersed, splitting off toward different sections inside the Black Forest camp.
Each moved with decisive precision, as though they had very clear objectives.
Meanwhile, Luca was still waiting for Lucas to return.
Though he had forced himself to stay calm, Lucas had been gone far too long.
"I still feel like something's off!"
He suddenly rose from his seat, his eyes on the dense darkness outside, anxiety edging into his voice.
