Sylara climbed down from her perch, her bow still at the ready. She surveyed the scene, her eyes sharp and focused. "That went better than expected," she remarked, a hint of a smile playing at her lips. I nodded, wiping the sweat from my brow. "It did. But this is just the beginning. We have more camps to clear."
Over the next few days, we launched a series of precise, coordinated attacks on the monster camps. Each raid was meticulously planned, with Sylara using her skills as a scout and archer to pinpoint weaknesses in the camps' defenses. The magma bear proved invaluable, its brute strength and fiery breath breaking through the toughest of obstacles.
