A forest at dawn was a peaceful and serene environment. The sky was usually a soft pink or orange color as the sun rises, and the trees are bathed in a warm glow. The birds are starting to chirp and flit about, and the forest floor was covered in dew. The air was crisp and fresh, and the forest was alive with the sounds of nature waking up. The light was dim and filtered through the leaves, casting dappled shadows on the ground. It's a magical time of day when the world was just beginning to come alive. However, for a certain party that was traversing these woods, the day might come to an abrupt chaos at any moment.
The caravan was seen lodging itself on a small field. The horse was lying dead-tired as it kept chasing the air through its nose. A couple of shadows soon overlapped its entire head.
"Heh, tired already," said Lyon.
"Don't you feel pity?" asked Reinhard. "The guy has been running nonstop."
