The air grew cooler, and the sounds of the forest became muted. We were approaching the deepest part of the forest.
This would be the ideal location for an ambush.
I tightened my grip on my weapon, my mind racing through possible strategies.
Besaha was powerful, but his over-reliance on theoretical knowledge made him predictable.
He wouldn't expect an attack here, especially not from someone using stealth and guerrilla tactics.
Besaha continued on his way, muttering to himself, lost in thoughts about the cadets and the supposed demon threat.
His guard was down, and that was my opportunity. I kept a close distance, ensuring I was within striking range but still hidden.
My heart pounded in my chest as I prepared to make my move. I summoned my magic, feeling the familiar surge of power course through me.
Timing was everything. I needed to catch him off guard, incapacitate him before he could fully react.