In the heart of a dense, untamed jungle, a hushed reverence filled the air. Shafts of golden sunlight filtered through the towering trees, casting dappled shadows on the forest floor.
A group of a hundred people was praising a group of five hunters who had just defeated the monstrous boss of the village.
"Well done, guys," one of the men shouted.
The others nodded in agreement, their eyes reflecting the determination that had brought them here. The jungle's whispering leaves seemed to echo their commitment.
A wave of praise coursed through the crowd once again as everyone began to praise the group one by one.
"Sylas, why were you cursing? Anyway, you looked cute," one of the men from the crowd commented as he looked at the beauty holding the shield and a bloody mace in her hand.
"Ohhh! Shut up.." Sylas, the tank of the group shouted as a tint of redness appeared on her face.
