A profound stillness had settled over the village. The twin moons, Ruya and Siamond, painted the sky in soft silver hues, bathing the entire forest in an almost unnatural calm. Thin threads of smoke rose lazily from the huts, dissolving into the cold morning breeze, while the distant whispers of nocturnal predators drifted through the air.
Bren's party halted the moment he raised his hand—an iron command. Every footstep ceased instantly. His gaze was locked on the village center, his face etched with the quiet certainty of a meticulously crafted plan.
He turned to Mira.
"Mira, you'll circle around the back. Ignite as many huts as you can with a single burst of fire magic, then retreat immediately. Make absolutely certain no one sees you."
Mira gripped her staff tighter; confidence flared in her eyes.
"Understood."
Bren shifted his attention to Kovo, his voice steady and unshakable.
