546 DXLVI. The Decoy (1/2)

Among them, there was also one of his bodyguards, the same short, skinny man who had witnessed the dialogue between him and Kranus that morning.

Reidar did not say a word and when he reached Dag who had slightly accelerated the pace to talk to the Packmaster, the two friends looked each other in the eye, hoping that that was not a trap, unconsciously fearing that the Claws Of Fenrir were actually allies of the Lies Of Loki and that way they would soon kill them all.

Suddenly, just before he passed the last two trees, Bloodfang raised his arm and all his soldiers stopped, anchoring their bare feet to the ground.

Dag and Reidar did the same, trying to figure out what he had in mind.

Thyrius turned to his bodyguard and nodded another hand, pointing the direction ahead of him, which coincided with that of the walls, that were close to the vegetation and were partially covered by the shade of the trees, unlike the front of the entrance that was instead exposed to the Sun.

The skinny man lowered himself on his knees and as if nothing had happened, his body began to dematerialize: every particle of his flesh and clothes became ethereal and within seconds, he completely turned into a shadow, maintaining the same shape as his original body, but totally losing its texture.

”What the fuck?!” Reidar exclaimed in a low voice, unable to hold back his amazement at such a unique skill and drawing on himself the rabid gaze of Thyrius, who perceived every noise in an amplified way.

The archer immediately shut his mouth, returning to follow the necessary religious silence and the shadow warrior quickly walked forward, camouflaging himself perfectly with the shade of vegetation and leaving the woods.

Once he reached the walls, before everyone's eyes, looking at him as if the whole plan depended on his next move, Bloodfang's bodyguard put his back to the vertical surface of the wall, waiting for something.

At the same time, Bloodfang, who had ordered everyone to stand still in position, looked slightly into the sunlight and raised his gaze, holding his steady hand towards the shadow man in front of him, who although nobody could see him, was looking at him, waiting for his signal.

Dag, unable to resist curiosity and sensing that Thyrius was checking for guards at the top of the walls, approached him and looked in the same direction, taking advantage of his enhanced sight.

They both caught a glimpse of men, perhaps three or four walking back and forth, and sometimes stopping to talk to each other.

Reidar, stationed behind them along with the other men, noticed that the feral soldiers were ready to run and were warming their muscles as if they knew that in a few seconds their state of quiet would be interrupted.

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”Heey! Is this your way of welcoming guests?!”

”Yuhuu?!”