They traversed the forest, stopping only occasionally. Although Lynch said nothing, as he continued forward, his body gradually became weaker.
Sometimes, he would lean on his magic wand, eyes continually scanning the surroundings, as if murmuring to himself to discern the correct direction. But in truth, his body and spirit needed rest. Although his whole body was infused with powerful magic, the closer he got to the target, the more this power felt like a heavy burden.
The mage also watched his companions, but besides him, none of the others seemed to feel the same way. They just remained alert to the environment around them, constantly on guard against the unknown giant monster, to avoid being ambushed.
