Irrational

The magical familiars traversed expertly through the dense forest, slowly closing in on their mission objective. The group of Magi had been traveling non-stop for days, only stopping by for a couple of hours every night to rest.

After days of travel and combatting the dangers that lay dormant in the Murky Mountains, the group had finally arrived before a clearing. Adam, who was at the forefront of the group, raised his hand, gesturing for the rest to stop.

In the distance, they were finally met with the sight of a squadron of enemy orcs.

Everyone's eyes narrowed as they gazed at the orcs' brutish forms clad in crude, leather armor and wielding sharp yet jagged weapons.

"What do we do?" Edward whispered as he shifted his gaze from the orcs to Adam.

Adam remained silent for a long time before replying, "Have Lisa come up with a plan." He then turned around and looked deeply behind his group, his gaze seemingly crossing hundreds of meters.