Stealth

August soared through the night sky, his body cutting through the air like a peregrine falcon in pursuit of its prey. The north side of the camp loomed ahead, shrouded in an eerie black fog that added an ominous touch to the already tense atmosphere. The camp, once a bustling military base, now stood largely deserted, its buildings fortified in preparation for potential conflicts that had yet to materialize. Only a handful of apprentice sorcerers remained, keeping a vigilant watch.

As August approached his destination, he couldn't help but notice the absence of life within the camp. It had been a long time since any war had raged in this area, rendering the once-thriving military base quiet and desolate. His sharp senses, honed through rigorous training, detected the telltale signs of an intense battle unfolding. Mana fluctuations, violent and unrestrained, emanated from a specific location, indicating a clash of formidable opponents.