Martin and his men moved without making even the tiniest sound.
Their high and reinforced shoes with deep soles dampened the noise one would make while simply walking while their military outfits made it perfectly easy for their frame to dissolve into the shadows of the early night.
'It was a good idea to grab the night suits after all...' Martin thought, treading just behind the first group of his platoon, with only the scout platoons treading the path ahead of them.
The fortress they were tasked with taking wasn't all that massive or impressive. Yet, with the anti-magic field allegedly spreading all over its perimeter and insides, the military of this world was...
It was rather ill-suited to trying to take it.
One side of the hold rested directly against the mountain, making it perfectly safe from any attempts at infiltration... unless one could take to the skies without the use of magic.