"What about me? What should I do?" The Half-Moon Colt felt as if a thousand-pound burden was pressing on her. She knew full well the equipment Gaven carried was worth a fortune, and just his divine artifacts alone numbered several. If even one were lost, she wouldn't dare face him again.
"You go back to the City of Faith first. Once everything here is handled, I'll return to find you," Gaven said, unwilling to let Luna run around the world carrying his divine gear.
"But what if you need equipment?" The Half-Moon Colt asked anxiously.
"Don't worry. The forest is my home turf now. Even if the God of the Hunt, Magla, descends with another Divine Nature Incarnation, it won't be easy for him to catch me," Gaven said confidently, waving the Dragon Oak Staff.
Standing with the Dragon Oak Mother Tree at his back, his confidence was unshakable.
