Favena cautiously advanced through the humid and soggy terrain, leading her men along the crowded camp while she held to her sword tightly and took down every enemy that dared to cross her path. Her mind focused on getting to her intended objective as efficiently as she could and without losing time.
The battle seemed to be developing precisely as they had envisioned it, but the fact that it was flowing so fluidly was not coincidental whatsoever. After all, the Nevarehans were fighting among the undisputed fiercest warriors alive.
But having the Yahurian army on their side, as well as a bunch of expert blow-gunners helping them were not the only reasons why they were slaying their rivals with such ease that sunny morning at the foot of their growingly weakened gate.
If the siege had bee
