Chapter 40: Anton Even Knows How to Do This

A thin mist, like a veil of gauze, drifted slowly across the wasteland, blurring the distant hills and ravines into silhouettes of varying shades.

Finn lay prone behind a low earthen slope, pressing his body down low. His dark brown cloak was adorned with withered grass and crushed leaves gathered from the wasteland, allowing him to blend in almost perfectly with the surrounding yellowed vegetation.

More than twenty meters behind him, a dry riverbed snaked through the landscape. The earthen banks on both sides were covered in dead vines, providing natural concealment.

Over forty Elf Warriors were scattered on both sides of the riverbed, holding their breath in concentration.

Their leather armor was also covered in camouflage. From a distance, they looked like a few somewhat orderly clumps of bushes and scattered rocks.