Moon stayed silent for a moment, weighing it, then signaled his team to follow.
"Let's get closer, stay hidden, stay low. The fight hasn't peaked yet, the hordes haven't even clashed, and once they do, the chaos will pull the commanders' focus off their surroundings. We use that to close the distance. We don't commit to anything until I know what we're walking into."
The team moved.
They crossed roughly three hundred meters, keeping low to the snow, Moon at the forefront with Camouflage active. Despite his powerful concealment skill, Moon kept himself pressed to the ground, because the northern elf was stronger now than it had ever been, and a transformation like that would sharpen its senses along with everything else.
