The journey back was much more uneventful than the journey into the forest.
They were waylaid by more than a few rabid Mutant Creatures. However, these ones were relatively weak and unintelligent, so dealing with them was no problem at all. The group had grown used to the wild rhythms of the dark forest.
The sharp cries in the distance, the rustling that came from the bushes and the bramble, the very little light diffused by the canopy of trees, embroiling the world in even more darkness, the snarling creatures half-lost in their own madness.
Compared to the coordinated air the {Willow Direwolves} and the {Blood-Curse Bats} gave off, these beasts were nearly no different from mundane animals. Only, they were much more powerful and twisted than regular beasts.
Singing blades. Magic that turned the ground inside out. Spells that made the air boil. Strikes that uprooted trees and cracked the earth, causing it to spill vicious magma were more than enough to deal with such beasts.
