After walking a great distance southward, the young man discovered a row of footprints emerging from the river, and their owner seemed to completely disregard them—boldly striding onto the riverbank, the hillocks, and eventually disappearing into the woods to the south.
He grinned, the spheres of his eyes instantly transforming into Soul Fires as he lifted his hand and pointed southward.
The skeletal crossbowmen turned and formed up, advancing toward the top of the hillocks while spreading out.
Just like hunters closing in on their prey.
As the riverbank returned to tranquility, a stag leapt down from a nearby hillock; it sized up the footprints on the riverbank and hesitated before kneeling to drink.
After quenching its thirst and raising its head, the deer immediately bolted deeper into the woods.
In front of it, a skeletal crossbowman materialized out of thin air, surveyed its surroundings, and eventually followed the squad.
