Chapter 457: The Enemy Camp (2)

Erik and Garrett took the lead as the group approached the campsite, using their experience to carefully search the surrounding area for any recent human or animal activity.

Only the gentle crunch of their boots on the snow and the muffled whispers of the wind were audible through the icy hush that had descended upon the area.

At first glance, it appeared the camp did not contain any obvious signs of a shelter being present. It was perplexing, but at the same time, Erik felt a jolt of recognition when he realized there were no tents or equipment, and all that was present was an old firepit.

The young man's brows furrowed in concentration as he contemplated something, his penetrating gaze moving methodically across the snow-covered ground.

He had a thorough understanding of the Frantian soldiers' strategies, discipline, and cunning. It was surprising, but not unexpected, that there were no tents present.