At the bottom of Cragfall, beside Umbraflow, a cool breeze drifted.
Corbin Crowley stood on a protruding rock, his silver eyes narrowed, overlooking Umbraflow below.
The river twisted and curved, branching off in countless directions, crisscrossing like a giant spider web, slicing the whole chasm bottom into a complicated labyrinth.
He turned his head to look at Rhys Blackwood, Kian Sterling, Zeke Veridian, Malachi Arcanus, and the others, lowering his voice: "The terrain around Umbraflow is perfect for setting an ambush. I've already ordered the Beastmen to plant whirlpool traps in every channel of Umbraflow—enough to keep them busy."
Rhys Blackwood summoned pitch-black poison at his fingertips, dripping it into a tributary of Umbraflow, "The poison will spread with the water and seep into every entrance."
Zeke Veridian leaned against the rock wall, letting out a cold laugh: "If Nolan Sterling is dumb enough to drink straight from the river, that would save us a lot of hassle."
