A month had passed since Milo and Ellen made the decision to break away from the group, a month that had been spent tirelessly travelling to reach Amoura. Now, settled behind a small rock formation, Milo and Ellen peered over the top, watching as multiple men with fur around their ankles, necks and wrists dashed with spears in hand.
Unlike before, Milo had been forced to use backroads, if they could even be called that. Seeing as he was trying to stay away from the people he knew, he chose to stick to the far west side of the eleven forest, an area which was riddled with monsters.
For the most part, he had no real issues, being as strong as he was even the strongest monsters couldn't oppose him anymore. In the worst-case scenario where he played his dragon cards, well, the monsters quickly scampered away with their tails between their legs.
