In the dense undergrowth of the island's forest, Grace and her group pressed forward, where the vegetation grew so thick it seemed to consume the very path beneath their feet.
The blood trails they had been following were littered with the corpses of Kobolds and Goblins, but also a broken path of leaves and footsteps belonging to humans.
"After they buried that man, they chased them into the forest?'' Jeni mused, lowering herself to examine the trail before removing an arrow that was stuck in a poor goblin's head and passing it to Lucius behind her.
"Metal arrows? They're of good quality," Lucius commented, his fingers running along the shaft to test its durability.
The craftsmanship was unfamiliar—not something he had seen within the confines of the city.
If that lass he trained had this sort of arrow, her power behind that ability would be many times stronger.
