At the bottom of Cragfall, by the edge of the Umbraflow, a cool breeze blew gently.
Corbin Crowley stood on a jutting rock, his silver eyes slightly narrowed, overlooking the dark river below.
The river meandered and twisted, with numerous branches crisscrossing like a massive spider web, dissecting the entire canyon floor into a complex maze.
He turned his head to glance at Rhys Blackwood, Kian Sterling, Zeke Veridian, Malachi Arcanus, and the others, speaking in a low voice, "The terrain of the Umbraflow is most suitable for ambushes. I've already ordered the Beastmen to set trap whirlpools at every branch of the dark river, enough to give them a tough time."
Rhys Blackwood concentrated pitch-black venom at his fingertips, dripping it into a branch of the Umbraflow, "The venom will disperse to each entrance with the flow of the water."
