Fine," Veylara relented, her tone flat and sharp as she stood in the center of the southern clearing.
"But you will not march alone or with a random scout squad. If you are going into that swamp, you will take a team personally selected by me to ensure you have maximum support.
After all, if something happens to you, the whole plan will fall apart."
Hearing this Sol raised his brows, but didn't say anything, he knew she was right, he was too important to have an accident. So, he didn't object to her arrangements.
The clearing was quiet, filled with groups of one hundred and eighty elite spirit warriors waiting under the dimming sky. Veylara turned to a nearby runner and gave a sharp nod. "Go. Bring Kira and Zeyra here right now."
The runner sprinted off into the dark paths toward the central huts. A few minutes later, the rustle of ferns announced their arrival.
