Atticus squinted his eyes as he stood on a tree branch, his whole form crouched. He was currently located at least 50 meters away from the camp, and despite the distance, Atticus could still vividly see the ongoings of the camp.
'Looks like it was made in a hurry,' the entirety of the camp only had two tents erected, and considering the high numbers of armored men present in said camp, it made it quite clear that they didn't have the luxury of having a place to rest in.
Apart from that, Atticus also caught sight of different equipment scattered around the camp, and among them, the sight of numerous gigantic artillery pieces, with their massive nozzles pointing towards the direction he had come from, caught his attention.
'That explains the attack in the air,' Atticus reasoned. He had wondered where the attack had come from earlier, and gazing at the heavy artillery, it didn't take many neurons for him to figure it out.