Under the towering forest, there was a shadow that even the sunlight could not shine.
In this shadow, the danger was everywhere.
As long as one got involved, there would be a danger.
Several white lights shuttled through the shadows of the forest.
They paused from time to time.
Sometimes they walked in a row,
Sometimes a wisp of white light was split out. After it walked dozens of meters forward, they formed a formation again and continued forward.
Freya reached out her hand to hold the flashlight tied to her head. It seemed that she was not used to it.
But it was not a big deal.
For Freya, the freshness brought by the outdoor survival equipment was enough to offset the discomfort.
As the favorite of the forest, Freya certainly had a way to see things clearly in the shadow of the forest.
However, it was the first time that she had been able to see the scene in front of her just by relying on the strange and magical flashlight above her head.