"Crimson's main forces are currently focused on the Falling Star Plains. We can still make it out if we retreat now," Barrett said hoarsely.
Warren's news struck like a thunderclap, plunging the entire camp into silence before it was swallowed by panic.
The front line had suffered a crushing defeat!
The loss of two key positions meant the "Furnace" logistics base had gone from a second-line position to the very front in an instant!
Sterling and Elinor looked grim. Without hesitation, they shouted out their orders:
"Pass the word! Everyone, prepare to move at once. Abandon the 'Furnace' camp, take all supplies, and retreat to the Grayrock Fort rally point. Quickly!"
The camp plunged from last night's victory celebrations into utter chaos.
Shouting, crying, and the clatter of supplies being hauled away blended into a single uproar.
Ian had sensed something was wrong with the eye in the sky as soon as the two wizards flew into the camp's perimeter.
He quickly packed his essential belongings, his expression darkening.
He touched the Dimensional Ring on his chest, but it did nothing to reassure him.
He was too rich! And he had advanced too quickly!
In this lawless rout, with everyone looking out for themselves, he was like a child stumbling through a crowd of refugees with a chest of gold in his arms.
Once the camp disbanded and its order collapsed, the countless greedy, vicious eyes along the long road to Grayrock Fort would be drawn to his wealth and secrets.
It wouldn't just be the people from the camp. There would also be deserters fleeing the front, wizards from other families, and even... certain high-ranking figures with ulterior motives.
On a flight from a battlefield where order had broken down, anything could happen.
Ian took a deep breath, his