The wind howled across the frozen ridge as Sienna-Rose, Martin, and Alessander disembarked from one of their safe zones, a checkpoint. After they disembarked from the vehicles and made a position with the Golden in the center and the four nomads at four points to make a solid barrier, it was glowing softly, pulsing as it hovered above the snow.
The knights will rest in the enchanted camp, the same one she sold to Duke Lysander and his knights. And when the other knights are setting up their base, the three of them are looking for monsters to hunt. Frost bit at their faces, and the clouds above churned with stormlight, casting the mountain in shades of deep steel and bone-white.
"This area's thick with mana traces," Martin muttered, scanning the ridgeline with a runed monocle. "Three types of monsters detected... and one massive reading to the north. Might be an S-Class."
