Inside a forest filled with lush green trees, five people wearing cloaks of various colors walked through.
They didn't seem scared of the creatures which were running towards them, instead some of them were discussing peacefully.
"We could just send out a few emissaries." Bard in his black cloak said as he looked at a large wolf that came charging towards them.
He swiped his finger in the air and the wolf's neck was snapped and it died on the spot.
"When will you ever stop complaining?" Carina in her white cloak said.
As they walked deeper and deeper into the forest, more and more monsters were coming for them but Bard seemed to be taking care of them easily as with just a swipe of his fingers he could kill them.
"Are you getting overwhelmed?" Veneta asked, and Bard shook his head.
"I'm fine, I'm fine. Using the power of the spirits for so long is tasking." He said tiredly.
