At the edge of the forest, Rulav watched the abandoned mine, an annoyed smile tightened his lips. The Kiya River, too wide to jump across, formed a barrier between him and his target. The only possible passage, a metal bridge lit by the moon, constituted an obvious trap in which he could only throw himself. Up there, ready to receive him, three people, including the Venerable, were waiting for him to put his foot in this mousetrap. Despite everything, he couldn’t back up, so close to the goal, and decided to adapt his tactics to this unexpected complication. He had at his disposal a good bunch of fools whose non-life didn’t matter to him, it was enough to use them wisely. He returned among his men, looking perky, and admired their resolute face. They were ready.
“Perfect,” he whispered so
