The air hung thick with impatience, a palpable energy mirroring the tempest brewing inside Josephine. She sat perched on a grey, jagged boulder hundreds of kilometers from the enemy stronghold, the deep lines of frustration etched on her face.
"Why is he taking so long?" she grumbled, her voice a low, gravelly sound.
She turned her head, her sharp gaze sweeping the distant horizon: "He said I should wait for his signal before attacking?" Her jaw tightened.
"We could easily flatten that stronghold now, but that fool will surely use the captives as leverage... I get his plan, saving the people first. But I can't just stand here and wait to deal with that monster! And if something goes wrong, he'll escape!"
A sense of control, or rather the lack of it, was gnawing at her.
"Why are you so upset?"
