"There are 78 left."
"The plants know the positions of seven people, and there's one who's alone. Let's go after him next."
"Cut off this man's head and take it to the Elder for a reward."
A forest dweller sheathed his bow and arrow and walked toward the thorn bushes, casually pulling out a dagger from behind his waist.
"Pah!"
A sudden voice... The dagger held in front, while the others drew their bows full-length, the forest people staring coldly at the thorn bushes with a steely expression.
"Damn, raw meat still gets stuck in the teeth." His signal light clothing wasn't even torn, his eyes twinkling with a strange light, red, yellow, green...
"You're out of luck," the signal light with red in the left eye, green in the right, "Red light—no passage allowed."
The signal light's "Signal Light": red means stop, green means go, yellow means wait, left eye for enemies, right eye for oneself.
