Barking sounds echoed through the forest.
A hundred men, alongside their war dogs, were currently in hot pursuit of Edward Frontera, whom they had to capture no matter what.
The Blue Dragon General's finest scouts received a clear order. Track the eldest son of the Frontera Family and bring him back alive, if possible.
"It's fine to break his arms and legs if he resists," the Blue Dragon General ordered. "But he must be alive. Do I make myself clear?"
"""Yes, sir!"""
Edward had a head start by nearly half an hour, but that wasn't enough.
His pursuers were hot on his trail, and one mishap could lead to him being captured. He knew that it was only a matter of time before the Generals, looked for him too after securing his father.
If he hadn't been spying at them from the start, he would have also been captured, and sent to the capital city of Britannia.
Edward's face turned solemn as he thought of different ways to throw off his pursuers.
