As they entered the forest, visibility naturally became poor, and each unit could not see the other. But the forest was strangely quiet, so they could faintly hear each other's voices.
Carl adjusted his pace, listening to the sounds coming from the other side to gain the upper hand and fight the monster as planned.
Chunk. Chunk.
As they entered the swampy area where the water was slowly receding and the bottom was beginning to reveal itself, they felt the mud catching their ankles.
But if they went in a little further, the water increased, making it somewhat easier to navigate.
"You have to come here. If the ground recedes over there, you'll be in big trouble."
A hired guide skillfully showed the way.
They had lived in this forest, following the knowledge passed down from their ancestors for generations, so there was almost nothing they did not know.
"Is it always this quiet?"
