The Enemy's Trap The journey to the Blood Moon Temple took two days. By the third morning, the mountains stood before the army like enormous walls of stone. The air had grown colder. Even the wolves seemed unusually quiet. Lynnek rode beside Miguel at the front of the army, her eyes fixed on the narrow passage between the mountains. "Something feels wrong," she said. Miguel nodded. "I feel it too." Aster, riding behind them, suddenly raised his hand. "Stop." The entire army halted. Nyros lifted his head and sniffed the air. "There is no scent." Kael frowned. "No scent of what?" "Anything." Nyros looked toward the mountains. "No birds." "No animals." "No wind." "The mountain is silent." Lynnek's fingers tightened around the reins. "Then we're being watched." Aster's expression hardened. "Yes." --- Without warning, an arrow flew from the cliffs. Miguel deflected it with his sword. "Shield formation!" The warriors immediately rai
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