“Do you remember the plan?” Serra whispered.
Nero and Hadjar both nodded. They had experience with similar forays and had gotten used to not talking during their missions. This habit had always made Serra a bit nervous, but this time, she was silent.
Hunting, the girl signaled.
The men smiled, and the trio split up. Serra went to the bridge, which was the most convenient point from which to ‘break’ the protective enchantments of Larvie’s castle, in her opinion. Hadjar and Nero, meanwhile, were ready to climb the wall.
They paused at the foot of the hill, raised their heads, and gazed intently at the ghostly hieroglyphs that fluttered about in the gloom of the evening. They would only have fifteen minutes to get into the castle and kill the General. That, or they could turn around and f
