The soldiers exchanged glances. Roland was right. They trusted Henry, and no matter how difficult the situation became, they would always consider their loyalty to him an honor.
They were all Warriors who had faced life and death, and nothing could stop their advance!
The soldiers gripped their weapons and followed Henry deeper into the forest. The surrounding trees seemed to grow denser, and sunlight could barely penetrate the canopy, plunging the forest into shadow.
Occasionally, snowflakes would fall from the branches with a faint sound, but this only made the forest seem even more silent and eerie.
Henry walked at the very front, his gaze firm and his warhammer held tightly in his hand. He could feel the energy fluctuations growing stronger—they were approaching their target.
"Be careful, everyone. We might be close," Henry reminded his soldiers.
His voice was quiet, but every word carried clearly to his soldiers' ears.
