Believe In Yourself First

"We'll have to make do with the several wagons for now. Cover everything with a tarp," Revana commanded, her sharp eyes surveying the warriors as she issued her orders, hence, the warriors moved swiftly, hauling heavy tarps over the wagons and concealing their contents in moments.

It was already noon, and the sun cast a muted glow over the scene. Each member of the group was meticulously clad in dark assassin's garb, their outfits crafted from the finest western leathers. Tension hung in the air as every warrior methodically armed themselves.

Althea and Acheron had chosen their crossbows, each weapon accompanied by a pouch of smoke bombs and vial of poison, personally concocted by Esme and Neville. Meanwhile, Revana and Lothar selected their usual weapons of choice — gleaming silver blades that were honed to perfection, and enchanted tools, each securely strapped to their bodies.