"We have definitely been through here." General Denver pointed out as he examined the marking he had left on one of the trees.
Myrina frowned, the jagged looking cross marking General Devon had engraved with a dagger was still as fresh as it was when he had first made the mark.
This was already the third day since Myrina and the party had ventured into the black forest.
At first, they had been making good time, although the forest did not have a defined path to tread,
This was expected as not even the demon race frequented the forest,
However following King Roan's mental map, the party knew they were to head East from the black forest.
Unlike the desert where the snow stone markers were hard to miss, the direction through the forbidden land was vague and there were no markers to indicate they were on the right path.
Myrina had long felt unsettled but she could not point out why.
