Meanwhile, a few moments earlier, Stefan had already moved away from the others. His figure moved between the thin blackened trees as he searched for any sign of the soldiers. His steps slow but his gaze sharply sweeps across the surroundings with growing unease.
He slowed, then stopped at the edge of the swamp where they had fought against the vines. His eyes scanned the torn ground and broken remains left behind from the earlier battle, but there was nothing else, no movement, no voices, and no sign of anyone.
A faint frown formed on his face as his brows drew together.
"They should be here…" he muttered under his breath, his voice low as he looked again, more carefully this time, as if something might reveal itself if he focused harder. But the silence did not change and it only made the situation feel more grim.
His gaze lingered for a moment longer before he straightened slightly, his thoughts shifting as he considered the next possible location.
