Undercurrents (4)
-Next Day-
*Buguum*Buuguum*Buuguum*…
On a slew of horses were men in black clothing, all moving in the same direction.
'We're almost there!'
The man riding the leading horse urged it to move faster when the sight of the mountain came into view.
This was Franc, the guild master of Nightshade, an E-rank guild based in Whittown.
Following the event of Carl cutting off the hand of one of their members, a search party of four were sent to tail the group, scout their destination and purpose, and return to base once that was done.
But the whole operation turned upside down when a single scout returned alive and reported the others dead. Only, the events reported after that really blew their minds, from the destruction of the outpost, to the arrival of a beast that was at least B-rank and was clashing with the admiral.
This was all the scout knew, as he had hastily escaped fearing for his life.