They moved even faster the next day with the intent of reaching the Fendish monster and clearing it before they would make their way toward the other banners for the final clearing of the Abyssal land.
They did not talk much and after their morning food, they kept at it with no distraction. The forest played its usual tricks but with their strength, they overcame everything with overwhelming force.
Galthor was still thinking that they might not even encounter any problems when they suddenly heard it. Something that made all of them freeze.
"Is that....?"
It was weeping. They began to hear deep, sorrowful weeping that filled everywhere around them as if the forest was weeping as well.
It made the air hum and the ground groan slightly.
"What is all of this? Chief, should we assemble into a fighting formation?" Karathra called.
