Three hours into the night, something shifted in Robert's thinking.
He had been lying still with his eyes closed, and his awareness extended, feeling the two presences in the forest hold their position with the patience of cultivators who had done this kind of waiting before.
For the past three hours, the two figures had remained completely still, neither attempting to approach nor retreat. Robert could not determine their exact cultivation, but their patience alone told him they were experienced. He opened his eyes slowly, his expression remaining calm.
They were disciplined. They were not moving closer, weren't testing the camp's perimeter, and were not doing anything that would reveal themselves before they were ready. Experienced hunters who had chosen morning as their preferred moment.
So, it turned out that morning was definitely not the right time for the Osborn Clan to be waiting around.
Robert opened his eyes in the darkness.
