As the mist settled down, Elton's view became clear, revealing the figure below. The person wore ragged clothes that didn't seem to protect him from the mountain's chilly wind. In his right hand, he held a sword covered on a fiery aura while looking at him with disdain, those grey eyes filled with a challenging light. Elton's heart raced; his instincts were right. The mountain hid dangers.
*Whoosh*
All of a sudden, the sound of something cutting through the air caught Elton's attention. He quickly looked behind, only to see a barrage of arrows coming from above, targeting him and his soldiers. On the mountain slope above, he spotted a row of twelve bandits, reading their bows for another attack as eight armed bandits stood before them, creating a solid defensive line.
