"Samael, are you listening? Hey? Are… you ignoring me right as we walk? Hey! Samael!"
Thak—
"Ouch!" I winced and turned as someone smacked the back of my head.
It was Michael.
Still dressed in his Academy combat uniform that had definitely seen better days, he was walking right behind me.
"Focus," he said warily. "You're leading at the front. If anything attacks us, you'll be the first target."
I frowned and looked around.
We were walking on a thin ledge along the escarpment of a plateau.
Like I mentioned at the start of this perilous event, Noctveil Wilds was a jungle divided into many tiers — like a stairway made for giants… or a wedding cake. Whichever analogy helps your imagination better.
To get out of this place, we needed to brave thousands of miles of jungle, then climb down a steep cliff… then repeat the process several more times.
And the lower we went from here, the thicker and more dangerous the jungle would become.
Truly, this journey was going to be hellish.
