The air around the enemy encampment was thick with tension, a stillness that felt unnatural for such a bustling stronghold. From their hidden vantage point in the dense underbrush, Emily and her companions watched the activity below. Soldiers moved in and out of tents, carrying weapons and supplies, yet the eerie silence that hung over the camp set everyone on edge. The usual clamor of an army on the move was absent, replaced by an oppressive quiet that made the hairs on the back of Emily's neck stand on end.
"We need to be careful," Emily whispered to her group, her eyes narrowing as she scanned the camp. "Something isn't right here. This silence… it's too deliberate."
Darius, crouched beside her, nodded in agreement. "It feels like they're expecting something. Or someone."