Within the oppressive darkness inside the Crimson Canopy. Three shadows moved with precision, without making much noise.
The world around them was illuminated only by slivers of silver light that managed to pierce the thick canopy of leaves.
Ishiki moved at the very end of the group, trembling and holding the [Curved Bone] tightly in his hands.
There were three of them. At the front walked a stocky guy named Bern with a conjured hammer. Beside him was another, frail-looking guy whose name Ishiki couldn't be bothered to remember or pronounce.
This second one kept flinching at every snapped twig and rustle of leaves, sending jolts of panic through Ishiki that almost gave him a heart attack.
Ishiki glared at his back with a frustrated expression. 'I will kill him myself if he does that again.'
Never once did Ishiki felt comfortable moving inside this cursed forest. Even during Silver Night when the trees supposedly slept... but he had not forgotten that time he almost died here.
