Legendary classes were powerful, but they were not all-powerful.
No sane soldier believed one person could shield an entire army.
Not unless they knew something others did not.
Alex did not call Aira out. Not yet.
He kept his posture relaxed and his tone even. He turned his gaze back to the treeline like nothing was wrong.
"So," he said softly, almost lazily, "try and get some rest, Aira. Tomorrow might not be so quiet."
She hesitated for a moment that was just a little too long, then gave a small nod.
"Yes, Captain."
Alex frowned and scanned the quiet darkness.
His ears twitched. A faint sound brushed against the edges of the night.
It was too soft for an ordinary soldier to catch. Fabric shifting.
Armor brushing.
Alex stilled as his ability activated. He quickly ran the numbers in his head.
The sound came from about seventy meters to the northeast.
From the flow of movement, the spacing between steps, and the faint metallic clinks, he judged at least a squad.
