Northern Territory, Great Northern Forest.
A team dressed as members of a Northern Territory Tribe made their way through the forest blanketed in snow. They were of all ages, their steps deep and uneven as they struggled to move forward through the wooded terrain.
The howling northern wind cut through them, the bitter cold wind carrying snowflakes that quickly covered their tracks. They leaned on long swords and magic wands, supporting each other, their weary forms and vigilant expressions making it clear they'd been under severe stress for many days.
At the head of the group, an older-looking Astrid glanced back at the snowy forest with a worried look:
"Father, have they... caught up with us?"
Beside the girl, Balder, the leader of the Free Tribe Alliance, closed his eyes to sense their surroundings and said,
"We should have shaken them off for now. This blizzard is enough to completely conceal our scent."
Hearing her father's words, Astrid let out a slight sigh of relief.
