Far away from the villages currently occupied by Arcadian forces, and hidden deep within a dense forest where even sunlight struggled to penetrate through the thick canopy overhead, an old abandoned farmhouse stood quietly amidst the shadows while serving as a temporary gathering place for a small group of people who had no intention of being discovered.
Inside the farmhouse, four figures dressed in black cloaks sat around a worn wooden table illuminated only by a single lantern hanging from above, and although the war outside continued raging with countless lives being lost every day, the mood inside the room appeared unusually relaxed.
In fact, all four individuals seemed to be in an exceptionally good mood.
One of them leisurely lifted a cup from the table and took a slow sip before a grin appeared beneath his hood.
"Hahaha... Did you hear about today's incident?"
The others immediately looked over.
"Which one?" one of them asked casually.
"The one involving Ethan Blanks."
