The next day.
Amazarak Fallen Nation.
The summoned heroes' base.
Vane sat behind his desk, his expression calm and composed as the Amazarak chief stood before him, his posture respectful.
"Sir Vane, I have selected two of our best from the secret mountain base. They will be the ones to carry your letters. They are trained, loyal, and will not be easily detected."
"Mm… good." Vane handed over a small, sealed letter. The chief took it carefully, hiding it within his clothes. "Ensure this letter reaches the Elven Nation. Since your people cannot travel openly due to the past conflicts, I trust you will find a way."
The chief bowed deeply. "It will be done, Sir Vane. However, I will need your help to distract the soldiers stationed at the south gate and battlement. My people will use the forest path to reach the elven border, but they must not be spotted."
