Outside the White Bone Swamp.
Nearly ten thousand clan soldiers, along with the Palace Army forming a long line behind them, stared in awe at the sky-covering smoke and dust.
The ash, like butterflies whose wing edges have been burnt to cinders, gracefully landed on the vampires' exquisite silk attire.
Amidst the choking smoke, as Grigory, his face covered in ash, aggressively charged toward Konyaz, others thought the encirclement plan was orchestrated by Grigory.
Upon seeing Konyaz, Grigory wasted no words: "We've only intercepted around two to three hundred human enemies on a few paths and outside the forest, the rest have all escaped!"
"Our forces are clearly greater than the enemy's, why couldn't we stop them?" questioned the clan elder beside him.
"That's easy to say, but we can't guard all passages. Do you expect our soldiers to stand hand in hand along the forest edge?"
"Why not?"
