( A random righteous faction player's pov)
*Snap*
A tree branch snapped under Carter's foot as he made his way through the forest with a maniacal frenzy.
Carter, the chief scout of the Double Orange guild, found himself hot on the trail of the most infamous player in the game: TheBoss, as he tracked the path taken by him and his accomplices through the thick forest.
His eyes were sharp, scanning the faint impressions on the forest floor, as he actively searched for some broken twigs, and the occasional patch of disturbed soil that could confirm the path taken by his target.
"This way!" he shouted over his shoulder, his voice cutting through the rustling trees as he instructed the hundreds of teammates behind him on what route to take.
"He's not far now—footprints are fresh!" He encouraged, as he could feel that the opponent was not more than a couple minutes ahead of them now, however, he had no confirmed visual on the enemy yet.
