Erik was in front of the shelter's entrance, checking his equipment. He adjusted the straps of his backpack after having checked if he had enough rations to last for some days underground.
On his hip, his Flyssa was there, but he wasn't going to use it since it was too weak for it to resist the thaids' natural defenses.
He was going to make one with his powers anyway if needed, so that, if it broke, he would have nothing to cry about.
Amber slung her own backpack over her shoulders. The daggers Erik gifted her were strapped on her hips, too.
June carried less, knowing he would need to act as a scout and avoid fights. He still kept a small backpack filled with essential items, and a combat knife was strapped to his leg.
Emily checked her rifle one last time, making sure that the scope's settings matched the lighting conditions. Luckily, the rifle didn't need bullets, just her mana, or she would need to bring much more than just what she put into it.
