Julius motioned for Dylan to follow, and the latter stepped over the debris on the ground to catch up with him. The colossus was heading in the opposite direction of their shack, while the sun was already bleeding purple and orange across the horizon. The thought of leaving their territory, stomach still hollow, clenched Dylan with a palpable anxiety.
"We hunted enough beasts last night, what are you planning by going this far out of our zone?" he asked, his voice still a little hoarse.
Julius turned his head as he walked, an enigmatic smile pulling at his lips.
"They say the best way to learn is through experience. So I intend to carve into your flesh what we've been learning so far."
Dylan frowned, confused and wary.
"I'm training with you to fight a war—how do you plan on pulling that off in a forest crawling with monsters?"
The smile on Julius's face darkened into something sinister, almost menacing, a shadow flickering in his eyes.
"Precisely, boy. We're going to war."
