Poison Lizards
Three hours passed since the group left the underground.
They all wore large black cloaks that shrouded their bodies and hid the tattoos on their skin.
They chose to leave during the night. The silver moon strung high above, and the air carried a cold gust of wind.
That meant that there were more Spirit Beasts compared to before, but lesser martial artists and surveillance surrounding them.
Despite the earlier seriousness that radiated from the group, Liam quickly figured out their personalities.
Oro was the jokey type.
His jokes were cringe, but they helped relieve the invisible tension hanging in the air.
Ruth, the red-haired woman envious of Liam's element, cursed as much as she breathed.
Iris was silent most of the time, her hardened gaze sweeping the surroundings.
Krel and Adrian were the same. They were the real 'adults' of the bunch.
Maeve, on the other hand, made constant small talk with Liam.