Ambush

Lucas suddenly stopped in his tracks as he observed the unusually quiet surroundings. The Giant Dark Forest had always been this silent, but he just suddenly felt that something was wrong with the current one.

He had been running at a moderate pace, trying to get out of Giant Dark Forest before dusk ended, which was still at least half an hour away.

Bits of sweat trickled down his neck and his back. As one who liked to work out and train, the dripping sweat has always been the source of his encouragement, knowing that each sweat was the reward of his hard work.

However, this time around, the sweat trickling down his spine felt unusually cold.

His heart palpitated as he felt unusually nervous.

A frown appeared on his face, turning into a scowl, but his hands did not stop as he summoned the Unranked Grade Grimoire, and then Spot—whom he unsummoned earlier—with one hand, while the other slowly reached to the Armadon Tonfa stored inside his backpack.