Lucas and the others, who were watching in the shadows, naturally noticed the scope covered by Bridges' group, and their hearts surged with delight.
They waited with all the patience they could muster, silently calculating the distance between both sides in their minds.
He genuinely wanted to see how far the other side's Equipment could reach.
At this moment, the forest was deathly still, as if only the sound of everyone's breathing remained.
The quieter it became, the faster Bridges could feel his own heart beating.
Unable to help it, Bridges stopped in his tracks; a sense of imminent doom gnawed at his heart.
"Captain, what's wrong?" A mercenary at his side asked.
"Something feels off," Bridges replied.
The mercenary glanced at the map in his hand and responded, "With this Equipment, we shouldn't have a problem. Once we've detected the number of Beastmen, we'll leave right away."
Hearing this, Bridges felt a lot more reassured.
