The pointer inside the drum-shaped silver box jumped again.
"It's time." The Hawk Captain abruptly snapped the box shut and mounted his horse: "The rebel cavalry has been lured away. Fifteen minutes is enough for us to act."
A single-horse carriage was pushed out of the woods and onto the road.
Several Hawk Guards deftly harnessed the horse to the carriage, while others, under the deputy leader's command, dragged felled trees across the road to block it.
The harnessed carriage rattled down the valley road, winding past the last dips of the terrain. After rounding a curve, the high walls of the legion's base and the west camp gate came into view.
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[Interrogation Room]
"Do you recognize this?"
Winters placed a drum-shaped silver box in front of the prisoner.
Opening the lid, the dial embedded with luminescent stones and golden hands emitted a dim green light—it was the Nulan Clock Pierre had seized from the captive.
