Just as the sun broke out, Sagiri gave the okay, and Sagiri got ready to spearhead the squads into their possible death. They crossed into the old warlands without breaking formation. The shift felt almost immediate when they set foot into the Tatani lands. Sagiri led from the front, his pace steady, the squad moving behind him in clean intervals. No one dared to speak.
The path they had created the previous night was already gone. Sagiri was sure his previous night team noticed it, and there were intakes of sharp breaths.
"The path we took last night seems to have changed," Sagiri said. Those behind him grew even more tense. No one answered him. Perhaps they had taken a different path, and the illusion made it look straight. Once Sagiri, Oka, and Lira felt anything odd, the team could then cover their eyes and depend on their other senses to move.
