(by tomorrow i should finish setting traps where novel didn't mention because i know it will appear here only)
He remembered which paths the beast was never supposed to take. That was exactly where he placed the traps. If the beast did something unexpected—like go off-script—Kael would be ready.
By the time he finally sat down to rest, his hands were dirty, and his clothes were covered in leaves and mud. But his eyes were sharp, scanning everything.
He had turned the unknown part of the story into his own battlefield.
It was nearly morning now. The sky had started to lighten with the first hints of dawn, casting a soft glow over the tops of the trees. Birds were beginning to chirp faintly in the distance, and a cool breeze brushed against Kael's face.
His body felt heavy. His arms ached, and his legs were sore from walking, crouching, and working through the night. His eyes were red and half-closed from exhaustion.
