As Adwin rided forward and reached the middle of the valley, he noticed a tree stump—
Perfectly cut down by magic.
"HALT." Adwin shouted as he raised his fist into the air. Everyone immediately stopped behind him.
The generals also raised their hands and the armies halted all at once.
*Swish*
Dreulis appeared beside the stump and placed his bony hand over it.
"He was here…" he spoke in a low voice.
"Who? The undead you were talking about?" Gris asked, confusion written all over his face.
"No. No. No…" Dreulis shook his head slowly.
"That undead isn't acting on his own. Someone stronger is with him. Someone who is ordering him around."
He paused.
"I can sense his aura."
The purple middle ring on his finger glowed, releasing an invisible wave of mana across the valley.
"He's near… but I can't pinpoint his exact location. It's like he's using some kind of—"
"Spell to hide." A calm voice suddenly came from above.
Everyone snapped their heads upward.
