The situation with the venom wyvern made the group feel even weaker than before. They knew well that resisting the poisons and venoms of beasts would be tough. They were not some omnipotent group that could resist any and all things.
Therefore, Clark began to think about how they could keep growing safely. But before he could start to put together more theories, the winged horror began to arc down toward the ground. They had surpassed the violent jungle. This time much faster than when they had walked in to it.
"This is the end of the line. I will be returning to my family territory in a few hours. I know that all of you have an important goal in mind. Do not feel the need to wait for me to depart." The nighthawk family guide carefully started to feed the winged horror and the mushroom. Both had unique foods of their own, but he clearly knew exactly what they liked.