The descent into the dark hollows of the forest was eerily quiet. Everyone was on edge. The troop had been divided into groups of 5 five. They were told to signal the group if they came in contact with more than they could handle.
Sword Saint had educated the group on monsters over the course of their training. They only expected to find low-level monsters in the forest. In the event, they came across anything other than goblins and beasts, they were to retreat. The Sword Saint or the troop leader would handle any high-level creatures.
Lucia's group had been making their way through the forest for several hours. They had encountered a few packs of goblins which they had dispatched. After a while things became quiet. The birds had stopped singing. There was a feeling of dread in the air.
They wandered towards an opening in the trees. An ominous cave came into sight. There was blood splattered across the entrance.
