"Hmm, I wonder if the others are on their way back here now."
Verc mumbled to himself as he sat on his bed, petting Onyx on his lap.
He was thinking about Tatum and the others who infiltrated a human city. They're set to start their journey back here today if everything went well on their side.
He trusted their judgment, but until he saw the dust of their carriages clearing the tree line of the village gates, a small part of him would remain slightly worried.
In a blink of an eye—two weeks had already passed.
Time seemed to move incredibly fast when there was a mountain of work to be done every single day. The initial phase of their plan was already nearing its completion, and the foundation of their new society was settling into place.
They have one and a half more month until they put their plan to conquer the whole [Cursed Forest] into action.
The deadline was approaching steadily, a silent clock ticking away in the back of Verc's mind.
