CHAPTER 192
Farther across the war-torn landscape, Han stood silently beside Clara and Ronan, surveying the battlefield with his arms crossed. Clara narrowed her eyes and muttered, "I don't think we're even needed at this point…"
It was true. Their original plan had been to assist the main force and hunt down the dark emissaries lurking on the island. Even Aiden was supposed to be part of their squad, but he had stayed behind, driven by a need to protect the frontlines. Like them, he didn't want any more heroes dying today.
Everything seemed to be going according to plan.
Just as they turned to leave—intent on finding a way into the cursed stronghold hidden deep within the island—Han suddenly stopped in his tracks. Clara and Ronan followed his gaze. There was a strange intensity in Han's expression, his eyes narrowed and darkened with foreboding.
"Don't tell me…" Ronan muttered, scanning the horizon.
