"Shhh."
Roof put a finger to his lips, silencing Delilah just as she was about to speak. His sharp eyes scanned the Iron Hearts camp in the distance, catching the figures of guards rushing frantically across the walls.
The commotion was escalating. It had begun.
Looking over his shoulder, Roof caught Marcus and Delilah's attention, nodding firmly to signal them.
Marcus pointed toward the camp, his hand trembling slightly as more shouts echoed through the air.
In the eastern quarter, an inferno began to rage, flames licking the night sky. The glow bathed the forest in an eerie orange light, illuminating the chaos within the camp.
Tortured screams erupted, cutting through the stillness like knives.
"Roof, is that—" Delilah began, her voice shaky.
"That's the signal!" Roof cut her off, his voice brimming with urgency. "Move!"