Inside the cave, Fodo waited anxiously. A sense of dread gnawed at him. He stood and ordered, "Take out the whistle. Signal everyone to return."
The subordinate beside him nodded, pulled out a bone whistle, and stepped outside.
A sharp, piercing sound tore through the air.
Aaron heard it and looked toward the source, surprised.
But he didn’t act, he simply waited.
The soldier who blew the whistle received no reply. His face darkened. Two scouting teams had gone out one of them his own.
He returned and spoke in a low tone, "Captain… I didn’t receive any response."
Fodo’s expression turned grim, "Tell everyone to prepare. We’re going to find whoever killed our men."
The subordinate hesitated, "Lord… won’t we be in danger?"
Fodo laughed, "No. I believe the attacker is just a small gr
