Author' Note: Please check out Chapter 158 again. I've made some changes and rewritten Rodrick's POV.
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[Eastern Cliffs]
The night was cold and still as the Red Legion's decoy unit crept toward the eastern cliffs.
A sharp breeze rolled over the jagged rocks, carrying the scent of dirt and steel.
Clouds drifted across the sky. Hiding parts of the moon and casting shifting shadows along the path.
Cloaked in dark travel gear. A small group of Red Legion soldiers moved in formation.
Their armor barely made a sound beneath the thick cloth as they advanced. Each step measured, weapons close at hand.
They were trained not to speak unless necessary. Eyes scanned every crack in the stone, every edge of the narrow path. Tension hung thick in the air.
The cliffs were quiet. Too quiet.
The lead scout raised his hand, signaling the group to stop.
They crouched behind a sharp bend in the rocks, looking down at the stretch of terrain below them.
