Night had fallen upon the forest, and a bright half-moon illuminated the area with its brilliance.
Aizel carefully climbed and leaped across treetops as he approached the first group of Dire Bjorns, hoping to remain concealed from their sight.
He knew he had a limited window of opportunity. He made sure each movement he made was as quiet as possible.
He could feel adrenaline pumping through his veins with each jump and landing as he got closer and closer to his target. Though he didn't know how long he would remain undiscovered, he understood that the longer he could go without being noticed, the higher his chances would be for success.
Aizel looked down from the protection of a tree, anxiously staring down at the four slumbering Dire Bjorns below.
He didn't dare to utilize his mana sense to check the surroundings for fear of arousing the monsters or alerting them to his existence.
