The camp buzzed with the restless energy of soldiers preparing for the coming battle, but Ashvath's mind was focused elsewhere. The web of betrayal had tightened, and now it was time to strike at its heart.
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The Plan
In the dim glow of a flickering lantern, Ashvath and Sita huddled over a rough map spread across the table.
"The traitors meet here," Ashvath whispered, pointing to a cluster of tents near the riverbank. "We'll need to get close—close enough to hear their plans."
Sita's eyes sparkled with resolve. "Then we'll move as shadows. No mistakes."
Ashvath gave a rare, grim smile. "Good. We'll need all the luck we can get."
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Into the Night
Under the cover of darkness, Ashvath and Sita slipped through the camp like ghosts. Every step was measured, every breath held.
As they neared the tents, faint voices drifted on the night air—whispers of rebellion, of secret alliances with the enemy.
Ashvath's heart pounded, but he kept his voice steady. "We have them."
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Caught in the Web
Suddenly, a twig snapped beneath Sita's boot.
"Shh!" Ashvath hissed, but it was too late.
Torches flared, and rough hands grabbed at them from the shadows.
"We've been betrayed!" Sita spat, drawing her dagger.
A fierce battle erupted beneath the stars—steel clashing, desperate and wild.
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Narrow Escape
Bloodied but unbroken, Ashvath and Sita fought their way free, hearts pounding with both relief and dread.
"We have their plans," Ashvath said, panting. "But now they know we're onto them."
Sita's eyes burned with fierce determination. "Then we finish this. No turning back."
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End of Chapter 26