Bab 182: The Disguising Beastmaster

"Garren," I called out, my voice steady despite the intensity of the battle we had just fought. "Gather the men. We need to push forward."

Garren nodded, his expression resolute. "Yes, my lord." He turned to the knights, his voice carrying authority as he barked orders. "Form up! We move out in two minutes. Check your weapons, tend to your wounds if necessary, and be ready for whatever lies ahead."

As the knights moved to obey, Alfred approached me, his movements as silent as ever. His keen eyes swept the room, assessing the situation with the detached efficiency that had made him indispensable in countless missions.

"Impressive display, my lord," Alfred remarked, his voice calm as he sheathed his daggers. "The summoned creatures were particularly effective."

"They served their purpose," I replied, my tone cold and matter-of-fact. "But this is only the beginning. The deeper we go, the more resistance we'll encounter."