Some time later, Northern landed gracefully on the beast of burden.
Just as he had said, it hadn't taken long. The monsters closing in on them had vanished completely—their savage snarls and relentless pursuit brought to an abrupt and dreadful end.
Yet, despite that, Northern still looked slightly bothered.
Noticing, Roma thoughtfully debated whether to ask before finally speaking.
"You don't look satisfied…"
Northern glanced at her, then sighed.
"It's nothing. I'm just slightly worried about the monster that destroyed the caravan."
Roma frowned.
"I thought it was a group?"
Northern lingered for a moment, his gaze fixed on the horizon.
"No, it wasn't. The wounds were identical."
Roma tilted her head.
"That could mean several monsters had the same kind of weapon. Maybe you killed them just now?"
Northern was silent for a moment.
She was close. Her reasoning was logical. But it was incorrect.