The movement near Wagon Seventeen belonged to a guard.
At least, that was what the demon appeared to be.
His armour carried Velmora's insignia, and blood covered one side of his face. He crawled between two corpses with one hand pressed against his ribs, stopping whenever the ground shook or a Crag Hound passed nearby.
To everyone else, he looked like another wounded soldier trying to escape the battle. However, Simon's senses told him something different.
The demon's movements were too careful rather than weak. Every time he dragged himself forward, he used the smoke, screams, and fighting demons around him to hide the sound of his movement.
He was not moving toward the healers like how an injured demon should. Instead, he was moving toward Wagon Eighteen.
Simon's eyes became colder.
