The raid party made their way steadily through the dense forest. Groups 1 through 9 had formed up to advance, while the remaining three groups stayed behind to guard the camp.
At the front led Group 6, the same team that had previously cleared the path they now tread.
Group 7 trailed along the edges of the formation, keeping a sharp eye out for any disturbances in the surrounding wilderness.
Gwen, in particular, walked with her hands resting lightly on the hilt of her sword. Her crystal-blue eyes scanned the trees just beyond reach, alert for the slightest movement.
The forest was eerily silent—a suffocating stillness that only heightened the tension among the hunters. After spending over a day in these man-eating woods, everyone had grown paranoid of even the smallest snapped twig or rustling branch.
