As the flare fizzled out upon hitting the ground, the group exchanged anxious glances, feeling that Gin would most likely move forward rather than remain passive even with them completely disagreeing with this notion.
Those holes... as if some unseen presence lurked within, waiting patiently within their places, only biding its time because there was no prey emerging from the other openings yet.
"We're going."
Finally, after coming to a consensus, Gin turned around to inform the newly changed course regarding their formation.
"We will break our battle formation since it isn't suited at this place. I'm going to send two people at the same time so that we can cover all angles."
After Gin spoke those words, though they were tempted to argue back, they held their tongues, refraining from voicing any objections to his commands for fear of sounding like they were complaining.
