Capítulo 96: The Plan

Acheron leaned back in his chair, his voice steady as he began, "Like I mentioned before, the borders stretch all the way from the Fjord to the eastern ridge."

His gaze returned to the map on the table, and he pointed at a specific spot. "Now, based on the map, the Alpha of the North is right in the center, holed up deep inside Fang Fortress. Picture a massive wall, towering high with sharp spikes of ice all around it. They've got patrols crawling all over the place, heavily guarded, and there are secret paths, but if we try our luck, there's about an 80% chance they'll catch us."

Donovan sat in silence, mulling over Acheron's Intel. "What about their warriors?" he asked.