At this point it was now already a habit trying to figure out how to kill something or someone.
Damon had expected something horrible to happen to him the moment he entered the evil forest, but now this creature was targeting his expedition unit.
They had not even reached the battlefield and their numbers were being whittled down by something.
This was the seventh time they had changed formation in a period of two days.
Yet the stalker had already gotten ten people and still nothing worked. It was too fast and only targeted the weaker ones.
It had not killed anyone yet, only placing a curse and disabling them, causing them to be slower and spend a lot of healing potions to sustain them.
How obvious was it going to be. If they abandoned them to die just to spare a few potions their morale would plummet to an all time low.
Still, Seras had not made a decision yet. Instead, she just made them continue as is.
