Goodbye

The procession of Magi slowly marched toward the depths of the Murky Mountains. The air was thick with the scent of damp moss and the soft fragrance of wildflowers. The trees in the forest stood tall, casting long shadows across the forest floor.

Although quite a lot of magical beasts had already been dealt with in the last battle, the Magi still moved cautiously, alert about any danger that could be lurking in the shadows.

Sometimes when the leaves would rustle, a few Magi would instantly turn vigilant and brandish their weapons. At other times, when someone would step on a twig, the Magi would go on high alert.

After all, this was the first time they had ventured into the Murky Mountains. Since childhood, they were told that the forests here were home to countless dangerous beasts and other magical species.

So it made sense that most of the Magi would be so cautious of their surroundings.