"Let's return. We're still new here, so we should stay away for longer than we have to." Han Yu announced.
"Yes." Everyone was in agreement and began preparing.
With the beast defeated, the group harvested whatever materials they could from it, before deciding to head back to the camp.
The return to camp was quiet at first. The six disciples moved through the dim forest, each one alert despite the battle's end. The faint glow of the illusionary sunlight filtered through the leaves, giving the ground a strange bluish tint as though twilight had arrived earlier than it should have.
Even the forest's usual noise; the chirp of spirit insects, the rustle of distant beasts seemed subdued. Perhaps it was only their imagination, but to Han Yu, the silence carried weight. The kind that often lingered after something had shifted in the unseen depths of the world.
