Unbound

Beef walked carefully on the dark edge of the jungle where dry ground met sudden, noxious wetland. He'd taken his time, moving as quietly as possible through the underbrush as the sun's rosy hue faded slowly into early morning blue.

Harn is asking if you are in position.

Tell him to hold on.

He stopped at the foot of a rocky cliff where the ground looked to have once slid down into the swamp, leaving a number of tall trees leaning slantwise over the foul water. Ahead, the Poison Fields opened up before him. A few flatboats were in the periphery, but none were too close. That was good. He didn't need them getting in the way.

Beyond the watery field, the tower of the Overlord loomed. Even from his low vantage, Beef could see the guilders guarding the edges of the small, rocky island. All of them were wearing heavy armor that glinted with enchantments. They didn't concern Beef too much, even if there were dozens just from this angle.

They weren't his targets.

Closer by far, two Adamants on their giant, colorful snakes slid by, floating atop the water like it was solid ground. The serpents wore barding, just like the one they met in Morva, and in addition to having a shimmer of metallic blue surrounding them, the knights astride them were clad in heavy plate armor.

Force shields, likely hard to penetrate.

They looked bored. Beef aimed to change that.