The three of them silently crept down from the valley. Time seemed to be frozen because their movements were so subtle that if you stood in the center of the valley and looked around, you wouldn't notice anything unusual.
He had taken this route hundreds of times before. It wasn't that he hadn't been discovered during failed attempts in the past, but that was when he wasn't as skilled. Compared to before, the likelihood of being spotted now was slim. Although the Magic Tree People were strong and aggressive, these naturally blind creatures were not good at detecting—they were more delayed in transmitting sound than light.
However, the tense Brando still heard the slight scraping sound of a boot tip on rock. He turned his head and saw Frey glaring back at him nervously. The young man couldn't help but frown: you're still too nervous, Frey.
