Chapter One Hundred and Four

Marco’s POV

I looked around at the scouts, waiting for someone to step forward with a suggestion. It was essential that we not only successfully rescue Scarlett but also have a clear escape plan to get her and ourselves safely out of the Swiftclaw camp.

One of the scouts, a young and agile warrior named Rook, stepped forward. "I might have an idea for the escape route," he said, his voice steady despite the weight of responsibility.

"Please, share your plan," I encouraged, eager to hear his thoughts.

Rook took a deep breath before continuing. "Behind the camp, there's a dense thicket that leads to a narrow ravine. It's a challenging terrain to navigate, but it should provide us with enough cover to slip away undetected."

"Could it accommodate all of us, including Scarlett?" Sage inquired, concern etched on his face.

"Yes, it might be a tight squeeze, but we can manage," Rook replied confidently. "Once we're in the ravine, we can move in single file and maintain silence to avoid drawin