Another day has passed in the Bloody Forest. After recent events and unannounced trips to strange places with no means of determining the passage of time, such as purgatory, Ramiel has developed the habit of carrying a small hourglass with him wherever he goes. It's a mundane thing but insanely helpful.
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Most of the scouting mission passed Ramiel without any major surprises. Most of the time, he traversed the stubborn snowdrifts and maneuvered between the maze of dense trees.
From what he had noticed so far, the forest had a strange tendency. The farther he and the Condemned Hunters went, the thinner the forest became, giving way to stretches of land to other plants or other oddities.
