Under the veil of darkness, five men moved quietly through the forest.
Clad in gleaming metal armor, they held long swords, their breath barely visible in the cold air, their eyes determined and focused.
"Captain…" one of the men called in a trembling voice.
"Quiet," the Captain said sternly. "I know what you're thinking, but you must trust me."
When his men heard this, they sucked in a cold breath and sighed. They were ordinary mercenaries who hunted beasts for a living.
However, they had been recruited by the Dust Valley Sect's young master to kill a vengeful wisp and possibly a Restless Phantom.
Originally, they had wanted to refuse such a dangerous mission, but when they heard the reward, they were forced to change their minds.
Suddenly, the temperature dropped drastically, and all the men shivered, their breaths forming misty clouds in the air.
