The Silent Forest at night was far from welcoming, in every sense of the word.
The image on the Shadow Stone shook slightly, allowing the heavy breaths of the patrolmen and the rustling of their footsteps to be heard clearly. Precisely for this reason, it highlighted the forest's sheer quietness, darkness, and desolation.
The patrol team progressed along a tributary of the Silent River—a tiny Nameless stream—winding down from the mountain. The stream babbled as it flowed through areas sparse with open land, cluttered instead with scattered rocks, dense thickets, and somber ancient trees that veiled the sky, plunging everything into shadowy gloom.
Magical fluctuations, glowing orbs, and vigilant gazes drove the lurking figures deep within the forest to retreat in silence. No Magical Creatures dared to challenge the patrol teams of the First University on Buji Island.
Even though today's patrol team seemed a bit frail.
