The journey was fairly boring—or at least that's what it seemed to Michael, anyway.
Except for the occasional boars, nothing had stood out yet, and they were already halfway there.
However, there was one little thing that was off; they were being followed by a group—not a strong one, just very persistent.
Along the way, Michael had set up a bunch of traps, some of which were simply there to scare them.
But each time they got caught in one of his traps, they simply recoiled back before continuing to follow him.
From this distance, he was able to see that their clothing was pretty shabby, and only a single person was dressed relatively well. His appearance was a tad bit catchier than the rest.
'But what's their goal here? Should I just get rid of them?' Michael thought inwardly while steadily jogging with the rest of his group.
