Main Fortress #8
The valley was blanketed in thick mist. Towering trees formed a natural canopy that dimmed the sunlight, letting only pale shadows filter through. Five young warriors ran as fast as they could, their breaths ragged, feet racing against time. Behind them came the howls of beasts and the echoing laughter of Blood Troops and Maledictus Sect members—a sound that made their skin crawl.
Their formation was simple but well-trained. A young man ran in front, slashing through underbrush and small trees to clear a path. Behind him, another disrupted their trail, scattering traps and fog spells to hinder pursuit. In the middle, three moved side by side—but not all of them were fit to fight.
