CHAPTER 31

ALPHA BORIS’ POV

As I walked through the dimly lit camp, the night air was crisp against my skin. All this time I had been trying to find the spies, but could not find any clue.

It felt as though I was trapped in an endless cycle, chasing after shadows with no clear answers. Week after week, amidst the clashes and battles we engaged in, a strange pattern had begun to emerge—one that gnawed at the back of my mind, refusing to be ignored.

At first, I dismissed it as exhaustion, the natural wear and tear of war weighing on the soldiers. However, as time passed, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off.

I had noticed peculiar behaviour among the soldiers stationed in the East camp. At the beginning of our confrontations, many of them appeared sluggish, their movements uncoordinated, their reflexes dulled as if they were wading through thick fog.

Some struggled to keep their eyes open, constantly blinking away an unusual drowsiness that seemed to take hold of them at the wors