Wandering casually—
Luka let out a long, exaggerated yawn.
Although he appeared utterly oblivious to his surroundings, this was nothing more than an elaborate act.
Beneath his disinterested facade, he remained sharply alert, his senses tuned to every movement around him.
He was deliberately feigning defenselessness, hoping to bait the impatient and the foolish into attacking him first — and when they did, he would be more than ready to turn the tables.
Pushing his way through a dense cluster of bushes, Luka's footsteps barely made a sound.
However, as he moved forward, he suddenly froze.
The distinct crack of twigs snapping underfoot echoed in the distance, followed by the low murmur of voices too quiet to make out.
Instinctively, Luka crouched down, pressing himself into the thick foliage.
His eyes scanned the area, body tense, until the voices grew clearer and the footsteps heavier, steadily approaching his hidden position.
