One day later,
"The monsters here are quite tougher." Valtor said, shaking the dual short swords in his hands, rinsing the blood and splattering it onto the piles of corpses laying at his feet.
Rio, who was beside him, did the same before putting his sword in a sheath and breathing heavily.
The pair of boys had been roaming the forest for several hours today too, looking for a way out. Yet the forest seemed to be infinite, and no matter how many times they rushed out, they never saw the end of it.
The deeper they went, the tougher the monsters they faced against, and as the sun got brighter, the number of them increased several times too.
The night here was a little peaceful, as the monsters seemed to be weaker and less sensitive in darkness, but as the dawn breaked the next day, the creatures of the forest had started to fight again, full of life and energy.
