Gregory and Michael slumped on the ground, their faces covered with sweat, and they breathed heavily. Blood covered their entire being. And it looks like a typhoon has visited their hair. Gregory swatted the leaf that fell on his face, he frowned as he saw the leaves falling in the trees.
"What? it is not Autumn yet right?" Gregory's voice muttered grumpily.
Michael stood up, his face covered in the shadows of trees. "No, this forest was just that peculiar. It's not weird why the cult chose this place as their base."
"Those damned cultists are madmen, they rushed as if they don't care about their lives" Gregory touched the mangled flash on his shoulder, he kept his expression straight as if the pain didn't affect him, but one could see his eyebrows twitch.
"Yeah, I didn't expect that their leader would be a B-class. If I haven't reach B rank last week. I think we would have to retreat and the consequences would be disastrous."
