The group, led by Alfred, moved through the Death Land with an air of keen focus and underlying excitement. Each member was engrossed in the task of gathering the scattered treasures, their faces reflecting a mix of awe and determination.
Alfred, walking at the forefront, maintained a bold yet cautious pace. His eyes, sharp and observant, constantly scanned the terrain. He moved with a grace that belied the caution underlying each step, an embodiment of calm authority.
As they picked up another set of bones, Alfred remarked, "The Death Land is a treasure trove." His voice carried a hint of arrogance, a testament to his confidence. "It's not just a graveyard of beasts; it's a forge waiting to be utilized." He held up a bone, examining it closely, his face lit up by the potential he saw in it.
