Mark moved silently through the woods, his body blending naturally with the shadows beneath the towering trees.
The forest around Stony Mountain was dense, with tall trunks stretching toward the sky while thick shrubs occupied the lower spaces between them. Long grass swayed gently in the breeze, brushing against his clothes as he crawled forward inch by inch.
For an ordinary person, moving through such terrain would have been difficult, but for Mark, this environment was almost ideal. The dense vegetation concealed his presence while providing countless hiding places, allowing him to remain unnoticed even while observing others.
Mark Silver was not trained like an ordinary warrior.
His path had never been about charging directly into battle with sword and shield. From childhood, his training had revolved around agility, concealment, disguise, infiltration, tracking, and assassination.
