Under the pitch darkness of night, an obscure figure ran across the plains.
The sound of his faint footsteps broke the silence of the night along with the rustling noise which was created as his body passed through the tall grasses and bushes.
He slowed down on reaching the bank of the river and looking around for a moment, turned his back and leaned against an old tree trunk.
He sensed a man from the other side and hit the trunk to let him know.
"Code Alpha, do you have the identity of the man?" A faint sound came from the other side of the tree.
The man wore a similar costume while his face was covered with a cloak.
"That armoured man who wreaked havoc is the King of Nevan."
"..."
The entire atmosphere turned silent for a moment.
Thinking about no reply coming from another side, the traitor coughed a few times.
"Code alpha are sure about that?" The other man asked with a questioning gaze.