After passing through the village and entering the forest, the group, who always had a stronger sense of danger than ordinary people, became alert. Their compasses all stopped working, and as they watched the sky grow darker, a significant storm seemed about to strike at any moment, which made everyone anxious.
"Boss, look," someone shouted nervously, pointing in a direction.
They saw a symbol carved onto a tree so big it would take a person to wrap their arms around it; a symbol they had marked earlier. Due to the bad weather, they had deliberately left a marker, never expecting to get lost. Yet, after walking for nearly an hour, they had somehow circled back to the same spot.
"Whoosh whoosh," the weather, ever so fickle, began to whip up the wind. Although the wind wasn't strong, it felt chillingly cold against their bodies, causing an involuntary shiver. It was as if a cold breeze was blowing through them.
