Milo loosened the collar of his shirt and slumped down atop a small branch. He peered down at the ground below, darkness surrounded him. He couldn't even see the ground clearly, all he could make out were a few murmurs and shuffled of smaller monsters slowly making there way back into the forest.
After they had gotten rid of the Ratga, they constructed a huge bonfire and burnt both the flesh and bones. This was done not to attract any monsters, their sensitive noses would be able to smell the inferno from miles away and they would thankfully steer clear.
Milo looked across at 3 other branches, Marcos, Dark and Ray all lay asleep without a care in the world. Even now whilst they slept, small mana barriers surrounded each of them, protecting them from any sudden attacks.
Not that anything could come close to harming them.
