The group of four made it further and further into the forests of the Elven kingdom. Soon, they reached a zone where the monsters were higher levelled.
The group had to fight a few of them on their way to the pin on Phoenix's map. But it was nothing they couldn't handle.
Once they had almost reached the location they were looking for, Astaroth suddenly stopped. His head snapped to the left, as his hand blurred, lifting to catch something.
Right before his face, now clamped in his hand, an arrow. When he looked in the distance, to see where it came from, he noticed something moving in the trees.
Many silhouettes were jumping from branch to branch, and tree to tree, getting closer to them. Suddenly, one silhouette dropped next to him.
That was when he recognized it.
"Athena. You could have told your friends not to shoot at us."
"I'm sorry, Wolfie. I wasn't expecting you so quickly."
"Don't call me Wolfie…" Astaroth growled.
