The leaves crunched under the heavy boots as the group quietly through the bare woodland. The desolate atmosphere surrounded them, making them feel tense as they traveled. Damp air brushed their skin and seeped into their clothes, making them sweat more. The physical discomfort bothered them significantly. However, they worried more about the watchful beasts prowling about in the distance. Although the monsters remained away from their sight, the men could sense their growing desperation and immense hunger.
But why haven't they attacked yet?
Cerulean eyes assessed each of the men, observing the moving shadows among the trees and rocks. Ghana let the men pass by her, making sure each of them makes it across the gorge. She glanced at Lord Emlen, who led the way ahead, occasionally checking his compass and pocket watch.