Night had fallen over the Jaehan camp, casting long shadows over the rows of tents and soldiers as they moved about with purpose. The air was thick with the scent of dirt, sweat, and the sharp tang of metal from the weapons scattered around the camp. Fires burned in the distance, their flickering light casting a faint glow across the encampment, but it did little to soften the harsh atmosphere.

Among the sea of soldiers, two figures moved quietly, blending into the chaos as though they belonged there. Dressed in the black uniforms of Jaehan soldiers, they slipped through the camp with practiced ease. Their movements were calculated, careful not to draw any unwanted attention.