• It Could Be A Trap

Lucy and her troops were trudging through the woods, their weapons pointed forward as they crouched and maneuvered the expanse of the forest almost in stealth.

Now they were properly in lord Cyrus's territory, and anything could happen. The dogs were already sent out to sniff out any mines nearby.

Lucy kept her eyes keen and sharp, following Jax's description they were not too far off from where the soldiers were held captive.

“I found something!” a voice broke and they all turned to check.

It was a bunch of ropes and footprints scattered all over the place. They were also other stuff like pieces of cloth.

Lucy could only deduce that not too long ago a large number of soldiers were kept here. “They've moved them,” she said, her voice sounding bitter.

“Let's just take to the skies, I'm sure we'll see them.”

Lucy shook her head. “If they see us coming with jets they would probably harm the men, we're supposed to catch them by surprise not let them know we're coming. Plus, we can't per