Musashi dropped from the tree without a sound.
His descent was unreal, as if he had his own control of gravity. His feet kissed the forest floor with complete silence . The winter mist swirled around him, thick and cold, but through the bond skill Altair had activated, he could see everything with perfect clarity.
The battlefield spread out before him like a tactical map.
Duncan's orc stood about fifteen feet away, its massive frame hunched forward as it sniffed the air. The creature's nostrils flared wide, drawing in the scents of the forest—damp earth, rotting leaves, and somewhere beneath it all, the faint trace of human presence.
It detected him.
The orc's head snapped toward Musashi's position, its yellow eyes narrowing. A low, rumbling growl emanated from deep in its chest.
