While the half-giants stripped off their heavy crimson armor and turned to the task of felling trees for the town's expansion, Asher donned his Leviathan Armour Set—dark gray with streaks of black pulsing faintly across its surface and disappeared into the depths of the Whitewood with his paladins.
The forest felt eerily silent.
Asher's sharp gaze swept the area, ever alert for threats or opportunities. Yet there was nothing—no hidden predators, no lurking shadows, not even the telltale signs of danger. Strangely, they hadn't encountered a single powerful beast. Only a few skittish herbivores, elk, deer, and rodent-like grazers had shown themselves, only to bolt at the first sight of the heavily armored men who marched like steel-born statues.
"There's nothing. Not even a water source," Nero muttered grimly, stepping over a tangled root. "How are we supposed to build a self-sustaining town without water?"
