Bab 118: The Spectrum

The army continued its relentless march through the dense jungle biome, every soldier gripping their swords firmly, with shields slung across their backs, leaving their hands free to access the guns at their belts. The humid air was thick with tension, and the path through the jungle was treacherous, filled with obstacles both seen and unseen.

A commanding voice cut through the ambient sounds of the jungle. "Keep your eyes peeled, everyone! Report anything unusual immediately!" The order came from one of the commanders, and the Ikes responded in unison with a crisp, "Yes, sir!"

General Firoh, the formidable leader of the Ikes, kept a watchful eye on the surrounding trees, their thick leaves limiting visibility. The leaves were coated with moisture, and water droplets fell from them like glistening jewels. They looked almost tempting, but General Firoh dismissed such thoughts.