One hour ago, while Vale steps inside the forest, he feels a certain kind of danger. His instinct never failed him even once, that was one of the reasons he is a high-rank Magi at such a young age. People around him suggest the thought that he got the promotion because of his best friend, the crown prince. It doesn't matter to him, the malicious talking behind his back is the driving force for Vale to work much harder than everyone.
"Vale, should we go back? The mist will be thicker now." Said one of the Magi.
"No, remember our job is to find the people who entered the forest on this full moon. It will be dangerous for a non-Magi on such a day."
Another Magi, with wild eyes and a constant smirk, is walking around sniffing everything. Vale obliged to scold the Magi as his subordinate.
"Brom! What are you doing?"
Brom turns around to Vale and smiles at him, "I smell something un-usual, the aroma that I have never smelled before."
