Chapter 148 The Battle Iii-iii

• The Eresca Valley lay between two towering mountain ranges, separating the outside world from a place of silence and solitude. Thick fog often hung low, enveloping the valley in a chilling gray atmosphere. Old trees with sturdy trunks and strong, spreading roots dominated the landscape, their leaves rustling in the cold wind.
• Among the dense vegetation, owls glided silently, seemingly the only silent witnesses to all that was happening. They stood still, watching only as the injured wolves hid there, unmoved even when someone approached.
• Marcus moved quickly and nimbly along a narrow path. His breath came out in visible puffs in the cold air. He seemed focused; his eyes sharp as he peered through the thick fog to find his target.