The environment shimmered as Lin Fang's body adjusted to the shift in space. The temperature was slightly humid, and the air was thick with unfamiliar scents of moss, blood, and wild energy.
The terrain they teleported to, randomly together, was a jagged forest, broken up with twisted trees, charred undergrowth, and faint patches of mist crawling across the ground like snakes.
Fan Yujing took the lead immediately. He unsheathed a long, slender blade from the sheath strapped to his back before turning to the group. "Listen up," he said in a crisp tone. "As you all know, I was a part of the scouting team. So, everyone just follows me without questioning."
As the team moved into formation, Lin Fang adjusted Black's position on his shoulder and narrowed his eyes.
The forest grew thicker with every step. Vines dangled like skeletal fingers, and glowing insects buzzed lazily above fetid pools of mud.
