While the confines of the tree found themselves drenched in troubles of its own with Beatrice, the unlikely grouping of the two Outlanders and former Argonaut continued to race through the raging forest that trembled beneath the might of the warring fighters.
Even the malicious creatures that inhabited the evergreen didn't dare come from their domains out of the primal instinct to live.
Coming to a screeching halt, Strife dug the heels of his boots into the soil as his sharp, precise eyes turned to the west.
"What is it?"
As Donatien asked this, he found his answer as he sensed the two, distinct mana signatures off in the distance west of their position.
"Judging by the fact we can so blatantly sense them...they're novices, likely executioners."
"Yeah."
