Vane nodded slowly, his gaze still fixed on the distant horizon. His voice remained low and calm.
"Make sure no one knows about this. Only the messenger we sent, myself, and the trusted ones. Even though I know the hidden base is safe, and no one knows about it other than me and the Amazarak people who serve under me in secret... please make sure our illusionists maintain the barrier surrounding the area at all times. No gaps. No lapses. No exceptions."
The chief's hands paused for a brief moment before resuming their steady rhythm.
"Understood, Sir Vane."
Vane's eyes drifted toward the sea, visible in the distance beyond the base walls. The morning light glinted off the water, calm and serene.
"What about our food stockpiles?"
The chief shifted his hands, switching to his elbows as he pressed deeper into the tension knots along Vane's shoulders. His voice remained quiet, measured, and steady.
