Church (3)

Early the next morning, before the rising sun had cleared the mountains, Dana and Gweny were already fully equipped. They led the patrol squad out from Fortress No. 2 and set off along the planned southern patrol route.

The morning breeze was slightly cool, and dew left over from the night still clung to the grass blades in the wilderness, making the Enchanted Armaments and robes of the group gleam faintly.

Meanwhile, Ang went alone to the northern wall of Fortress No. 3.

Rather than resting, he prepared to carry out a task that no one had assigned or encouraged—scouting the north.

To many of the soldiers, this seemed somewhat unnecessary, even baffling.

The God-Demon Battlefield had always been deployed under the Empire's unified command, with the tactical tempo determined by the main combat corps led by the various commanders.

Could a garrison of barely more than a hundred people really influence the overall situation? Many soldiers whispered in private that Ang was being overly proactive, even fanciful.

But Ang did not see it that way.

Even if he was only on the edge of the battlefield, he still believed that the safest strategy was to keep the situation firmly in his grasp.

"No matter how much we rely on Fokas Fortress's intelligence, it won't put me at ease as much as seeing things for myself," Ang had once told Hansen.

Though Hansen's tone had carried some reservations, he ultimately nodded and reminded Ang to watch out for Demons' spears thrown from the ground.

If he flew high enough, most Demons would not be able to do anything to him with their throwing strength.

After briefly arranging for Gesang and the others to handle the subsequent coordination,

Ang took out his Magic Broom from his Magic Waist Pouch, soared into