Michael made his way out of the Everlong Forest without any issues, but even then, his expression remained grim.
He couldn't shake the feeling that something had been watching him while he was inside, yet no matter how hard he tried, he hadn't been able to spot anything—or anyone.
Michael didn't think his instincts were wrong.
Perhaps they could be, but with everything going on, he'd rather be overly cautious than dismiss his suspicions.
Even though he and his group of undead had successfully left the forest, they didn't move anywhere near Blackstone Town.
Instead, Michael carefully guided them around it, using his flying insect undead to scout ahead and avoid people.
It wasn't until they reached a secluded spot that he finally stopped.
Since leaving the forest, he had turned his flying mount to a land-based one, ensuring that he wouldn't need to dive down from the sky upon arrival.