Tom's POV

I returned to the camp base quite late at night. The moon was surprisingly bright, illuminating every detail of the night. It cast the shadows of the trees of the nearby forest onto our camp. From a distance, I could hear the light snores of the southern soldiers, exhausted by the journey from the south to Ghysem. A few of them roamed the area to guard against our soldiers from the north.

I had put on the appearance of Volkov as I neared the area.

"You are back, captain." One of ...