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Chapter 252: Chapter 252 Kyra’s Strategy
Leader Marc had called a meeting for the warriors, preparing them for the journey down the dangerous forests of Silver Peak Mountain. The terrain was treacherous, and the climate was harsh—relentless rain, freezing winds. This wasn’t just an expedition; it was a survival mission, and every worrier had to be ready.
Marc’s house, a three-story structure at the center of town, was the largest around.
His mate had passed away six years ago, leaving Marc to live alone. Despite its size, the house felt cold and lifeless.
The warriors gathered inside, the air heavy with the weight of the task ahead.
Kyra, Damon, and Lucas sat quietly alongside the others as they waited for the meeting to begin.
The warriors settled into their wooden chairs, arranged in a rough circle around the large oak table in Marc’s meeting room. The table itself was scarred from years of use, its surface covered with hand-drawn maps and scattered thick yellowish papers. The wooden floors creaked beneath their feet as they shifted in their seats, the sound adding to the atmosphere of tense anticipation.
The room, though spacious, felt somewhat austere. The walls were lined with shelves holding various weapons and wooden cravings, giving the space a practical, no-nonsense feel.
The air was thick with the scent of aged wood and the faint, lingering aroma of herbs from the healer’s bags.
This room, normally reserved for town gatherings and important internal meetings and battle preparation.
Hand drawn maps of the forest were spread across the table, marked with danger zones and areas of uncertainty.
Marc stood before them, his expression serious. He had always been a strong leader, and though he carried the pain of lossing his mate in his heart, his mind was focused on keeping everyone safe.
"The path down Silver Peak is not for the faint-hearted," Marc began, his voice firm and steady. "The forest is unforgiving, with constant rain and shifting winds. The beasts that live there are not like anything you’ve encountered before. We must stay together, watch out for one another."
The warriors nodded in understanding, their faces a mixture of determination and concern. They knew the road ahead would be perilous, but they also knew that food was most important one, and they didn’t have much stock left, if they didn’t not do anything many will die in hunger.
Healer and priest stood to the side, already prepared with bags of medicine and herbs to treat the injuries they knew were inevitable. The cold, wet conditions would lead to illness, and without proper care, even the smallest wounds could prove deadly.
As Marc continued to outline their strategy, Kyra found her thoughts drifting back to what the priest had told her. The dark spirits, the looming threats—everything felt like it was spiraling out of control.
As Marc laid out the strategy in detail, Kyra found her mind drifting away from his words. It wasn’t that she doubted his leadership—he was strong, experienced—but something about the plan made her uneasy. The terrain, the dangers, the constant rain—it all felt too unpredictable to leave up to sheer strength alone, even for beastmen like them. There had to be a better way, something more calculated and strategic.
Her eyes moved across the room, settling on the maps spread across the table. Her thoughts began to race, different ideas forming in her mind. If the terrain was that dangerous and the weather that unpredictable, they couldn’t just rely on brute force and hope. They needed something more, something that would give them an edge.
Unable to keep her thoughts to herself any longer, she cleared her throat and raised her hand slightly. "Leader," she called out, her voice cutting through the heavy atmosphere.
Marc paused mid-sentence and turned to look at her, along with everyone else in the room. Damon and Lucas gave her a curious glance, sensing that she had something important to say. She could feel the weight of their attention, but she pushed through her nerves and stood up.
"I’m sorry to interrupt, but I’ve been thinking," Kyra began, her voice calm but steady. "The terrain, the constant rain, the beasts we’ll be facing... it’s all too unpredictable. We can’t just rely on sheer force to get us through this. I have a different approach that I think might help."
Marc raised an eyebrow, but he nodded for her to continue.
Others didn’t seem interested. This female enjoys herself as she pleases, anyway. They never expect female to come up with good ideas. After all, the more beautiful a female is, the more likely she’s more stupid.
Kyra took a deep breath, organizing her thoughts before she spoke again. "I know all strong—beastmen are built for survival, and we can fight. But if the terrain is as dangerous as you say, we should be thinking beyond just physical strength. The weather is going to be a constant enemy. If we’re not careful, we’ll end up getting separated or weakened by the elements before we even face the beasts."
She glanced at the maps again, her mind quickly mapping out the possibilities. "We should set up base camps as we move down the mountain, places where we can rest and regroup. That way, if anyone gets lost or injured, they can fall back to a safe spot instead of wandering aimlessly in dangerous territory. These camps could be fortified with natural barriers—rock formations, large trees—and reinforced with our own traps to ward off any beasts."
Marc’s expression shifted slightly, intrigued by Kyra’s ideas. He leaned forward, listening intently as she continued.
"We need to use the terrain to our advantage," Kyra went on, feeling more confident. "If the forest is as dangerous as it sounds, it’s likely that the beasts are familiar with it. They’ll know how to navigate better than we do. But we can study their patterns, learn how they move, where they hunt. We have heightened senses—let’s use them. Our best scouts should lead the way, not just to avoid danger, but to anticipate it." 𝓷ℴ𝓿𝓅𝓊𝒷.𝓬𝓸𝓂
The other warriors were listening closely now, murmuring quietly among themselves.
Worriers, who had been skeptical at first, were starting to look more convinced and looked her with admiring gaze. Even Marc seemed to be weighing her words carefully.
