I was Drafted Into a War as the Only Human

"Shhhhhh! They might hear us."

Viessa's whisper trembled through the oppressive blackness, barely more than breath against the stale air.

Around her, the other soldiers shifted restlessly. Armor creaked, boots scraped, and low murmurs echoed down the narrow rocky tunnel like careless ghosts. It was as if none of them realized they were poised beneath enemy territory, ready to launch a surprise assault on gods.

Far ahead, a rhythmic scrape-thud pulsed through the silence. The sound was sharp, like claws dragging through tightly packed earth, methodical and relentless.

'Why are they acting like we're not about to launch a sneak attack behind enemy lines?'

Viessa seethed internally. She could hear them joking about who owed whom money from the fight between the human and General Vorn. It was maddening.

She couldn't see a single face—just a void.

Now that they were directly under the enemy encampment perched high on the cliff, the command was to extinguish all light. Even the faintest glimmer might alert Seraphine's forces above—forces mere feet from the brink of death, standing oblivious atop the rocky precipice.

Then, a voice emerged softly beside her. Calm, familiar, and comforting.

"Don't worry, Viessa."

She stiffened. She knew that voice without needing to see the face—her elven brother, Folen.