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As Ash, accompanied by the Black Army, a group of gladiators, Ely, and Aery, ventured deeper into the forest, he felt the atmosphere growing increasingly strange. Under the dark canopy of the woods, the shadows between the trees seemed almost alive, shifting and moving with an eerie vitality. The traces they encountered along the way clearly indicated that this was no ordinary forest. Fallen trees had their branches torn apart violently, and scorched shrubs and broken arrows littered the ground, bearing witness to a conflict that had taken place here. Ash's foot caught on an old helmet and scraps of a sword stained with dried blood, suggesting that a battle had once raged in this area.
As Ash carefully examined the traces on the ground, the surrounding silence seemed to grow heavier. With each step, the dry leaves and branches beneath her feet crunched softly, the sound accompanying her thoughts. She found broken bows, scattered pieces of armor, and a few torn flags around her. Ash wasn't sure what these findings meant; she only felt that something was very wrong here.
Meanwhile, Ely stood a bit behind Ash. With each new sign they discovered in the depths of the forest, Ely's anxiety grew, and the fear in her eyes became more evident. Stones stained with blood, remnants of hastily constructed barricades, and wounded animals scattered at various points in the forest were unsettling sights for Ely. Her heart raced, and a cold sweat trickled down her forehead as she turned to Ash with visible concern.
"Ash, we need to leave," Ely whispered, her voice trembling. "This place... it looks too dangerous. These signs suggest that a catastrophe has happened here."
Ash noticed Ely's fear and gently took her hand, offering a reassuring touch. "Don't be afraid, Ely," she said in a calm voice. "I'm here, and I will protect you. No matter what happens, we're safe together."
Ely felt a bit more at ease upon hearing Ash's comforting words. Ash's leadership and courage helped alleviate the fear within her. Aery stood silently by Ash's side, his serious expression showing a mix of concern and trust. Even in the darkness of the forest, he felt secure as long as he was with Ash.
As the group continued forward, the signs of disturbance within the forest became more pronounced. Scorched traces of campfires, strange symbols carved into tree trunks, and pools of spilled blood told the story of violence experienced by those who had lived here. Aery found a nearly shredded flag at the base of a tree; the area where a once grand symbol had been was now covered in ashes. Aery examined the flag carefully but couldn't recognize the emblem.
Ash kept a mental note of every detail as they moved forward. She didn't know the full story of what had happened here or the significance of the signs they encountered, but she felt something was amiss in the depths of the forest. Ely's presence provided support on this challenging journey, but Ash had to rely solely on her instincts, unsure of what dangers lay ahead in this perilous forest.
As the path through the forest narrowed, the group emerged into a brief clearing that resembled an old campsite. Fallen poles, scattered tents, and abandoned belongings lay around the area. Ash immediately noticed that the site had been hastily vacated not long ago. Ely, spotting a bloodstained sword inside a collapsed tent, recoiled in fear. Her eyes filled with tears, and her body began to tremble uncontrollably. Ash swiftly moved to Ely's side, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "I'm here, don't be afraid," she said soothingly. Ely, comforted by Ash's presence, managed to calm down somewhat, though the fear in her eyes remained evident.
Ash, although uncertain about the full significance of the scene, could clearly sense that the forest held deeper dangers. As they ventured further into the forest, accompanied by Ely, Aery, the black army, and the gladiators, Ash was preoccupied with one question: What had happened in this forest?
The air was heavy and stifling as they progressed through the dense forest. Faint beams of light filtered through the trees, illuminating the dark depths of the woods. The ground, muddied from recent rains, made each step treacherous. The forest floor, slick with mud, required careful footing from everyone in the group.
Every step revealed strange marks and odd shapes emerging from the shadows of the trees. Ash led the way, her eyes scanning the surroundings with intense focus. Sticking out of the ground were old flagpoles, torn banners, broken shields, and scattered bones—clues that suggested a recent, significant conflict. While the victor of this battle remained unknown, the signs pointed to a fierce struggle that had taken place.
As the group ventured deeper into the forest, they stumbled upon an abandoned campsite. Scattered weapons, decayed and rusted armor, food scraps, and the faint smoke rising from extinguished fires indicated that something had recently transpired here. Amidst the charred wood, remnants of those who had once gathered around the fire were visible in the form of burnt remains. Ash carefully examined the surroundings, trying to piece together the meaning of these findings, but she couldn't discern any concrete information.
Suddenly, Ely's voice broke the silence, trembling with fear, "Ash, this place… it's strange. It doesn't feel safe." Her eyes, glistening with terror and anxiety, locked onto Ash. Ash quickly moved to Ely's side, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. "There's no need to be afraid, Ely. I'm here, and I'll protect you," Ash said, her tone calm and reassuring. Ely took a deep breath, meeting Ash's gaze, and felt a slight sense of relief.
At that moment, a speeding arrow shot toward Ash from behind. Reacting instinctively, Ash ducked as the arrow grazed past her head. Just then, a soldier from the black army lunged in front of Ash. However, the soldier's foot slipped on the muddy ground, causing him to fall. Despite this, he managed to raise his shield and block the arrow aimed at Ash. The shield vibrated with the impact of the arrow, creating a spine-chilling echo.
In the ensuing chaos, multiple arrows were launched toward the group. The soldier, still on the ground, continued to shield Ash with his armor, but the arrows continued to rain down. With his legs exposed, a steel arrow pierced through the soldier's leg, causing him immense pain. Despite collapsing onto his knee, the soldier's determination remained unshaken. Gritting his teeth against the agony, he hoisted his shield higher, striving to protect Ash from the incoming arrows. The relentless barrage of arrows clattered against the shield, adding to the mounting tension in the air.
The black army sprang into action. Gladiators and other soldiers quickly took up defensive positions, clutching their shields tightly. The gladiators scanned the surroundings with vigilance, attempting to locate the source of the arrows. The assault of arrows continued intermittently from between the trees, and everyone in the group remained on high alert, ready for any potential enemy attack.
As the group continued their journey through the dense forest, Ash turned to the gladiators and the black army, commanding, "Maintain formation." The gladiators, with a disciplined air, prepared their shields and weapons, readying themselves for any potential enemy assault. Their steely resolve and meticulous readiness were palpable as they braced for any imminent threats.
Once Ash had ensured that Ely and Aery were safe, he addressed the group, "Examine the surroundings closely. We need to find the source of the attack." With Ash's leadership guiding their efforts, the team advanced more cautiously through the forest, every step laden with vigilance. The atmosphere within the forest was tense and eerily silent, with each tree trunk, bush, and shadow seeming to conceal potential danger.
In the midst of the unexpected attack, Ely, overwhelmed by fear, threw herself into Ash's arms, burying her head against him. Ash, his focus sharp and unwavering, scanned the surroundings, ensuring the safety of his team and preparing them for any further assaults. Every movement was scrutinized, every noise assessed, as they searched for hidden enemies lurking in the forest's depths.
As they pressed forward, the dense, shadowy canopy of the forest grew thicker. The air was heavy and still, with only the faint rustle of leaves and the occasional whisper of a breeze breaking the oppressive silence. The lush green and dark hues of the forest seemed to enshroud them like a heavy curtain, adding to the sense of mystery and latent threat.
Eventually, Ash signaled the group to stop beneath the thick shadows of the trees. The atmosphere was both suffocating and silent, creating an almost palpable sense of unease. The forest's colors, ranging from vibrant greens to deep, ominous shades, created a stark contrast against the dim light filtering through the canopy. The whispers of leaves and the subtle wind only heightened the sense of foreboding.
Turning to Aery, Ash indicated the backpack he had been carrying. Understanding his signal, Aery opened the pack and began to carefully retrieve its contents. First, she pulled out a bottle wrapped in pristine white fabric. The bottle, with its slightly gleaming surface, stood out against the darkness of the forest. The liquid inside was a deep white, partially obscured by the foggy glass.
Aery handed the bottle to Ash and then retrieved another item from the pack. This second package was wrapped in a glossy, silk-like white material, containing neatly folded bandages. The smooth texture and cleanliness of the bandages seemed to offer a stark contrast to the murky surroundings, glowing like a beacon of hope amid the darkness.
Ash took the items and inspected them briefly before addressing the group. "We'll need these for any injuries or emergencies that might arise. Be prepared and stay alert." With his authoritative yet reassuring tone, Ash instilled a sense of readiness in his team as they continued their perilous journey through the forest.
Ash examined the bottle and the bandages with meticulous attention. After a thorough inspection, he addressed the group, lowering his voice but maintaining a firm tone. "This liquid is a specialized treatment designed to expedite the healing of wounds. It is effective for burns, cuts, and any form of injury. The bandages are intended for protecting and cleaning wounds. Each bandage has been specially prepared to reduce the risk of infection and promote healing."
The tension in the forest was almost palpable, casting an oppressive shadow over Ash and his team. The interplay of shadows cast by the trees, the dampness of the soil, and the slow, rustling breeze accentuated the eerie silence surrounding them. The soldiers of the black army and the gladiators scrutinized the items in Ash's hands, their eyes reflecting the rarity and value of the materials.
One soldier, after a careful examination of the liquid and bandages, spoke with an air of astonishment. "My father has met with many royal families, and I was present at those meetings. But I have never seen or heard of a treatment method like this before."
Another soldier, tilting his head slightly, added, "Indeed, I am well-acquainted with royal treatments, but nothing compares to the quality of this material and bandage. This is truly extraordinary."
The admiration and curiosity in the soldiers' eyes were evident. The rare and high-quality nature of the materials Ash held made a significant impression, further cementing his status as a figure of considerable expertise and leadership within the group.
A gladiator, his eyes never leaving the liquid and bandages, said, "I know that such materials and treatment methods are typically reserved for high royal or special circumstances, but this liquid in the bottle is of exceptionally high quality. The fact that it is so accessible and openly available here is truly unbelievable."
In the depths of the forest, behind the shield wall, the treatment Ash administered under the flickering torchlight had a profound effect on the soldiers who watched every moment attentively. The dim light of the torch highlighted Ash's meticulous and careful actions amidst the shadows, creating an aura of tranquility and trust in the treatment area.
As a gladiator observed the treatment process, he exclaimed in astonishment, "Who would use such a liquid, worth tens of thousands of gold or more, on an ordinary soldier without a second thought?"
The gladiator's words echoed through the forest, resonating in the minds of the other soldiers. They realized that the use of these rare and valuable materials for a simple treatment was a testament to Ash's leadership and generosity. With every step, Ash's meticulousness and attention to the materials conveyed not just medical care but also a profound message of respect and value.
The other members of the Black Army watched Ash's every move with admiration, their eyes clearly reflecting their appreciation and trust. One soldier, lowering his head, said, "The quality of these materials and the precision in the treatment process show the high standards Ash works with. I realized years ago that believing in Ash was the right choice, but this feeling has only been reinforced and solidified here."
Another soldier, reflecting on the treatment process, commented, "Such treatment is accessible only to high-ranking kings and princes… no, even with their wealth, I doubt they could obtain this level of care. As I mentioned before, I've seen many treatments and liquids, but what I'm seeing here is unprecedented, even for me."
The soldiers, deeply impressed by the quality of the treatment methods and materials Ash used, further solidified their trust and admiration for him. Throughout the treatment process, Ash's attention to detail, determination, and generosity made the Black Army view him not just as a leader, but also as a true protector and a reliable guide.
As the treatment progressed, the tension and anxiety in the depths of the forest were quickly replaced by a sense of trust and admiration, thanks to Ash's resolute and careful approach. The soldiers recognized that Ash's leadership embodied not just military strength but also high humanitarian values, and every action he took during the process boosted the team's morale and loyalty.
In the depths of the forest, under the flickering light of the torch, Ash completed the final steps of the treatment with meticulous care. After bandaging the soldier's leg, he began to organize the remaining bottles of white liquid and the used bandages.
Ash carefully sealed the empty liquid bottles and meticulously ensured there were no leaks. He then gathered the used bandages and placed them in a clean bag. Every movement was executed with precision and care, as everything needed to be stored in an orderly and hygienic manner.
Holding the bag, Ash approached the gladiator. As the gladiator stood by Ash's side, Ash handed him the materials and said, "We will dispose of these at the right time. It's important to keep everything organized and clean. The liquids and bandages need to be stored safely."
The gladiator, taking the bag with care, responded, "As you command, Princess. We will handle these materials with diligence and ensure everything is taken care of."
Another gladiator approached the one holding the bag from behind and gave him a light pat on the back. With a faint smile and a hint of mockery in his voice, he asked, "What's this all of a sudden? Changed your mind? Didn't you used to dislike her?" His question sparked a burst of laughter among the other gladiators.
The gladiator holding the bag turned around with a look of surprise at first, then smiled slightly and replied, "Come on, there's been a misunderstanding here. I'm just following orders, not that I have any feelings about anyone."
The other gladiators continued to laugh and enjoy the friendly banter, clearly pleased with the camaraderie and teasing among them. Ash observed this warm atmosphere and noticed the team's camaraderie and sense of humor. Moments like these further solidified the friendly relationships and mutual trust within the team.
The atmosphere balanced between Ash's professionalism and discipline and the gladiators' friendly joking. It was clear that the gladiators were supporting each other and strengthening their bond through such light-hearted exchanges.
After completing the treatment, Ash carefully cleaned his hands. He then stood up, turning to the surrounding gladiators and Black Army soldiers with a resolute stance. His eyes were focused on the depths of the forest.
"Our next task is to find these rats," Ash said, his voice echoing with a clear and decisive tone that captured everyone's attention. His seriousness immediately refocused the atmosphere and directed the team's attention to the task ahead.
One of the gladiators responded with a nod of approval, "Understood, Princess. We're ready to go as deep into the forest as necessary," he said, with the other gladiators nodding in agreement.
As Ash and his team advanced cautiously through the forest, Aery suddenly shouted, "Right! Left, front, back, and pile up the shields on top of us! We'll rush at them!"
Aery's commands prompted a swift mobilization within the team. The gladiators and Black Army soldiers immediately readied their shields, positioning themselves like battle machines. The metallic gleam of the shields shone in the dark corners of the forest, symbolizing the team's determination.
After Ash carefully listened to Aery's commands, he observed his team's preparation. As everyone quickly adjusted their shields, the metallic sounds rising in the forest signaled the approach of battle. The gladiators aligned themselves to form a solid wall with their shields, holding them in sequence in both closed and open areas to provide protection against potential threats.
With Aery's command, they began to advance in a well-organized formation that resembled a pile of metal. Shields held high, the soldiers ran tightly together. This arrangement increased both protection and movement speed, ensuring the team's safety.
As they moved through the forest, the group had to open their shields for just a moment as they passed between the trees. The shields had to be opened and closed in an instant while passing through the trees. Each tree required the shields to open and close quickly as the group moved. The soldiers expertly coordinated this movement, swiftly returning to their original formation each time.
Despite the dark and complex structure of the forest, this formation carefully protected each member of the group as they proceeded. The gaps between the trees, where the shields struggled to provide protection when open, minimized the impact of enemy arrows and attacks. The group, moving rapidly through the metallic gleams, remained focused on their designated target.
Steel and iron arrows coming from above seemed to darken the sky like a storm as they swept towards the group. Each arrow, with its metallic glint, flew at a terrifying speed and struck the shields.
The sudden and intense barrage of arrows began to spread like a shadow over the group. The soldiers immediately maintained their formation, gripping their shields even tighter. Each arrow that struck the metal surface of the shields produced a loud metallic clang. Beneath the shields, the soldiers' grim faces and vigilant eyes reflected the magnitude of the threat posed by this attack.
While the metallic tips of the arrows tested the strength of the shields, most arrows either ricocheted off or were deflected by the shields, creating small sparks as they flew through the air. During these moments, the gladiators' careful and coordinated movements created a defensive line that reduced the impact of each arrow and ensured the overall safety of the group.
Aery continued with her commands, shouting, "Be careful! Considering the arrows are coming in rapid succession, raise your shields as high as possible and coordinate your steps!" Her authoritative and confident tone helped to keep the soldiers' morale high.
The group continued to advance while maintaining discipline and solidarity within their formation. Although the density of the arrows made progress through the forest challenging, the regular use of shields and the soldiers' disciplined stance were working to minimize the impact of the attack. While the soldiers behind the shields strengthened their defense against the assault coming from the depths of the forest, they continued to run safely towards their objective.
As the group rapidly advanced, they managed to dodge all the arrows during the initial heavy barrage by protecting themselves behind their shields. They took a moment to catch their breath, but the relief was short-lived. Immediately following, a second arrow attack from the forest fell upon the group like a torrent of metal, as if the sky was completely covered.
The arrows whizzed through the air with a roar. Each arrow, when striking the shields, created a metallic sound that spread across the soldiers like an avalanche. The intensity of the attack, similar to the first wave, targeted the shields, putting pressure on the group. The metallic glint of the steel and iron arrows flashed through the forest like lightning.
As the group continued to advance through the dark shadows of the forest, they tried to fend off the arrows while hiding behind their shields. The shields in the soldiers' hands each struggled to withstand the intense pressure of the arrows. Some arrows slipped past the edges of the shields and embedded themselves in the ground. Although this created a wave of panic within the group, the disciplined and well-trained soldiers maintained their composure and continued their formation.
Aery, shouting her commands, continued, "Hold tight! Don't loosen your shields, maintain the formation! This attack is a test of our defense!"