The black-clad figures were visibly furious, their expressions dark and grim. There were twenty of them and their leader roared in anger, "Damn it, that woman has fled. Where did she go?”

“Look at this, sir. This campfire was still burning not long ago. She couldn’t have gone far. If we search the area carefully, we should be able to find her soon,” another replied.

“She's traveling alone. She can’t possibly escape us,” someone else added dismissively.

The leader's eyes blazed with fury at these words. “Exactly. Spread out and search. I want to see just how far she thinks she can run. Does she really think she can evade Prince Justin’s wishes? If he wants her dead, there’s no escape,” he snarled.

At that, the group radiated a murderous intent. They all understood their mission. Failure was not an option. The consequences of letting Renee escape would be dire. Their sole objective now was to locate her and kill her.

Yet, their efforts so far had been fruitless. Adding to the stakes