In the grand scheme of things, the attack by monsters at night had been small. But it had done much more than just defeat a few monsters. It had let any larger monsters around know that a stronger being had entered their forest.
Many people would be worried about this attracting territorial monsters. However, the angels had already explained that in this area of the Rize empire that the monsters were fewer in number. The normal instincts to battle for territory would be stomped out by the fact that they needed to survive. It would be surprising how the survival instinct took over any instinct to protect a small territory in a massive forest.
The elven scouts were moving around with mordant's dragonkin. They had confirmed this a few hours before sunrise. "Since there are a lot of monsters leaving the area, then we will have a better chance moving forward." Gil was happy with this since would be able to focus on refining the arrows he was making.
