Using their speed and the dense shadows of the Dark Forest, Zion and his team moved like ghosts, hidden from sight. Zion, with his midnight-black fur, was practically invisible in the darkness, allowing them to slip past the vampires undetected.
But the task was far from easy. Zion had to keep a constant watch—his sharp eyes tracking both the battlefield and the fortress in the distance to ensure no vampire noticed their approach.
Once they were at a safe distance, the team shifted back into their human forms. Silently, they dressed and pulled on enchanted cloaks woven with concealment magic, crafted specifically to suppress their presence.
Werewolves might rely on scent to detect intruders, but vampires were different. Their senses were eerily refined, almost like antennae—able to pick up the faintest sounds, the lightest shift in energy.
