Loki was on his way to the forest with Jack in his arm. Jack was unconscious due to the 50% Stamina cost.
On the other hand, Robert came to the mountain to ensure their death.
"Let's see...If you guys are alive? Hope that would be not the case. Either way, you guys still have to die."
Robert reached the point where the boss was. He didn't see any sign of Loki or Jack.
"So, You did make it though.... "
Jack's hand was injured while he was fighting with the boss. The blood was spilled on the snow. The blood drops showed the way Loki went to.
"You made a little mistake. I'm coming for you."
Robert also going to the path Loki went,
'The Forest'.
When Loki entered the forest, he felt a surge in his core. He hesitantly looked around for ensuring safety. There was no living being to be seen. He was in paranoia.
"No-o, Now is not the time to afraid."
He onwarded the path readily. The forest was filled with many trees. The trees we might not find elsewhere. It wasn't as soothing as Loki thought. The leaves of trees were strewn everywhere. The road was blocked by large logs. Behind the log, there was a deer. It was definitely dead. The belly was torn apart from the body and it was stale. Some other animals may kill it in order to fill their hunger. It's a common phenomenon in forestland. It's not that Loki didn't know about it. But he somewhere felt pity for the deer. He contemplated the matter.
*If only this deer had some life he would be idyllic. On the other hand, Human has a longer life but they kill themselves. Why they do suicide?* The question arose in him.
All of a sudden a pack of a wolf came from the other direction. They were gargling their mouth with saliva. Loki was in shock. He never thought he had to encounter with wolfs. Wolfs were slowly deliberately coming forward. Jack was still unconscious. This moment resembled Loki the time when he was attacked by dogs in his elementary school. His father came forward to save him. Today, there was not a single soul to be found.
*After coming this far, Am I still going to die? Not by the boss but of the wolfs?*
An arrow flew from the back of him on the spur of the moment.
"Huh?"
The gargling wolfs ran away with a despairing face.
An unwanted voice from the back Loki. A deep tone voice.
"Do you want to be killed? You dumbfounded!"
An old man maybe fifty years old came to save Loki and Jack? The man was talking and emitting his ragged breaths toward Loki. Loki answered the man with a frown. The old man reproached him.
"Are you sure? If you don't reply quickly, I will be leaving you."
Loki didn't want anybody to pity him. He had his self-confidence. Then again he looked around the forest. He knew nothing about the forest. If he didn't ask the old man to help him, he might not be alive till morning.
"Ahem-m, Please, help me, sir"
"Now, you are in your business. Come one follow me." said the man while beckoning.
Loki did as he said.....