While his enemies moved with more agility, Zack's strikes were like thunderbolts, devastating anything they touched. It was a testament to the raw power of the sword, even if it meant sacrificing speed for strength.
In any case, Zack soon returned to his hiding spot and then took out a bed and a blanket from his inventory. The cold wind of the being and the sea breeze made the place quite cold.
"Since they can move like an army and they look like humans, I bet that I can talk with them and perhaps exchange information," Zack thought. "If exchange isn't possible, I can just kill them and hope that I can force their leaders to talk."
In the end, Zack fell asleep with those thoughts in mind. While he woke up a few times thinking that he might be attacked, nothing like that had happened, and he rested from sunset to sunrise.
