34th Floor (2)

I moved with Sharon.

Far off in the distance, the orcs' encampment came into view.

“If we follow the expected route, we’ll run into an enemy patrol within thirty minutes.”

Sharon whispered from within the bushes.

Her voice was calm.

Five years had made her even more seasoned.

Her profile looked dependable.

We moved without a sound.

Before long, the voices of orcs could be heard from afar.

I reflexively prepared to fire sand bullets...